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Thursday, December 15, 2011
keyhole in garden gate, Dinan, France
In ten days, it will be Christmas morning! This past Sunday, I went to the annual performance of The Singing Christmas Tree at the Orange Baptist Church. My grandma started the tradition at Orange Baptist and was the director of the performance for 22 years. She said the first year, people were lined up all the way down Main Street and around the courthouse, waiting to get into the church, and that even after they had violated fire codes with as many extra chairs as would fit in the aisles, and people standing, they had to turn people away, and that people were so excited, a reporter from the radio station came out. Can you imagine!? I guess you see lines like that for Justin Bieber concerts, but I can't help myself from getting carried away with the old-fashioned romance of the radio and so many people wanting to hear a choir singing carols in a church while assembled on wooden bleachers disguised with fresh greenery and formed into the shape of a Christmas tree... Everybody together with the smell of matches and wood polish and that unidentifiable something that can only be the scent of rituals being repeated for years on end. I've been to the performance almost every year. And every year my dad whispers and squirms around like a boy the whole time, which is annoying and lovely all at once. This year, the phrase from Deck the Halls... "fast away the old year passes" really struck me, and has been flitting through my thoughts all week. I love that phrase. It is beautiful, I think. Sometimes life has an unconscious pace that rolls along evenly. And sometimes, there is a sensation of anticipation, that some unknown something is about to turn, change, tangibly evolve. Lately I've had that feeling. Maybe I'm just excited for no real reason, and that is good enough in itself. But I love feeling like I do, like I'm approaching a garden gate, and can see just a little through the keyhole... wondering if the gate is locked or unlocked, if I have the key that fits in my pocket, or if I'm going to have to weld one, or if I'm just going to scale the wall instead of using the gate. And I wonder how exploring the whole of the garden is going to compare with the tiny glimmer of a view visible through the hole.