Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Snow usually spread a blanket across the Blue Ridge Mountains in December, but that Christmas in 2,000, seemed like spring. We wore light-weight clothing and flipped on the air-conditioner. The forsythias glowed like pots of gold and robins chirped. Cherry trees bloomed on the streets of Hayesville, North Carolina.
I was in no mood for Christmas, but a friend asked me to join the " Singing Christmas Tree" at Truett Memorial Baptist Church. We practiced a lot for the program. Our director wanted us to get the music just right.
Some members quit attending the practice sessions. I was exhausted after teaching feisty fourth graders, and almost pulled out, too. I stuck with the program, and finally the music came together. The director praised us for working hard and predicted it would be a great "Singing Christmas Tree."
We members relaxed and actually began to enjoy the practice sessions. One person kept us in stitches with his pranks and jokes. Garland was a born comedian. One evening he marched into the church wearing a big, shaggy white wig and beard down to his waist. Everyone including our director had a good, long belly laugh at Garland's "Santa Claus" personification.
It was just like a miracle when our "Singing Christmas Tree" program came together. The attendance grew each evening until the fire marshal had to limit the number of people jamming into the church. Our program was filled with energy and the spirit of Christmas touched me until I was filled with the joy of Christmas. I'm glad I was part of the program that I'll never forget.
by: Brenda Kay Ledford
This story appeared in "Tis' the Season,"
Old Mountain Press, 2018
I wish all my blogger friends a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year. I really enjoy blogging with my friends and visiting your beautiful blogs.
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