The piano in the great room is decked with candles and garland. My favorite Christmas carol book is open to Silent Night. A stack of carefully-gathered sheet music waits its turn underneath: White Christmas, Sleigh Ride, The Christmas Song, Rudolph, Silver Bells… I gleaned the sheet music over many years, searching through stacks at auctions, looking for the same favorites my Aunt Noreen would play every Christmas. Now all I need to do is sit down and do the same.
I am not very good on the piano. I play once a year, at Christmas, for my own enjoyment–or chagrin depending on how well my fingers remember the notes on any given day. Because of dyslexia, I find it very difficult to play when anyone else is listening and especially when anyone is singing with me. A distraction of any sort causes the finger memory to completely leave me. I cannot even convincingly “fudge” as Elizabeth Bennett did when forced to play in Pride and Prejudice.
Still, I always regret when I haven’t taken sufficient time to play the old carols and standards during the season. Without them–it just isn’t Christmas!