Ok, last holiday-related post:
The Boy and I, because of multiple reasons, didn’t really feel very holiday-ish this year. Lotsa drama, plus The Boy’s DI…it was hard to feel in the mood.
Shopping was done at the last minute (very atypical for me). Decorations were only partially hung. We didn’t drive to look at lights and I never bought a peppermint mocha from Starbucks (or a peppermint hot chocolate for that matter).
We were walking a very fine line into Grinch-land.
Then a week before Christmas, we attended Michael W. Smith’s Christmas concert at Dallas’ Meyerson Symphony Hall. We go every year, but it’s fair to say that if I hadn’t purchased tickets in September, we would have opted out of this year’s event.
But we had tickets, so we went. And….something happened.
Unlike previous year’s, there wasn’t a backup musical act. No “modern” instruments or special guests. The concert was Michael W. Smith, the Dallas Symphony Orchestra and a local church choir.
The music was simple, pure, majestic and holy. Instead of holly jolly, the music was holy holy.
Somehow the we-didn’t-want-to-go-to-concert reset our Christmas spirit. Perhaps, like the Grinch, our hearts grew three sizes that day?