Somehow, I found, near the hotel where we stayed, a movie theatre showing “White Christmas.” I wasn’t to leave the area to return home until the next day, so I decided to spend my lonely evening watching and listening to Bing Crosby sing his most memorable song ever. The only thing was, I could not see well enough to follow the visual events, so I just had to settle for listening to the music. I still have never seen the movie to this day. I always felt that I didn’t need to; it was the music that I remembered.
That is all going to change in a few days on Christmas Eve. Our grandson, Lee, has given us an early Christmas present … he installed Direct TV for us last week. We have never desired to have several hundred TV stations, but this time is different and is a great blessing. This Christmas Eve, there will be an opportunity to watch the movie over and over, if I wish. I will watch and listen and remember and maybe cry.
I certainly will thank the Lord for returning Colon back home safely, for the nearly 65 years of a really great marriage, complete with joy and sorrow, health and illness, gain and loss, precious memories, relieving forgetfulness, four children reared to productive and Christian adulthood and the loss of one in toddler-hood. And through it all, I have seen only a few white Christmases, but never the “White Christmas”! I don’t even desire to see the snow of a real white Christmas, but I will look forward to seeing the movie.
More than all of that excitement and memory, one that is far more important and memorable, is the fact that the first Christmas in Bethlehem changed my life and the lives of most of our love-generated family members.
I may hum the music from “White Christmas” for several days after Christmas, but the real song in my heart will always be, “Jesus Saves,” and that won’t be only a seasonal memory.