A little “Christmas” in April


Today I listened to White Christmas.

It’s not Christmastime.

No where near December.

But when the song came on my music rotation in the car, in the middle of April (a frosty Canadian one at that) I didn’t turn it off.

It was uplifting, heartwarming even to hear Ol’ Bing Crosby soothe and croon just for me.

I was surprised that I didn’t feel the need to fast forward the song. Something clicked and tugged at me, a little warmth when I needed it most.

All the charm the song conjures up: the joy of family-ness, the Love of the season, the comfort of being cozy, all of it overwhelmed me, without any of the holiday stress and shopping madness attached.

It’s funny how the Heart of Christmas made a deeper, more profound impression on me when I wasn’t preoccupied by the season itself.

A little pick-me-up on an otherwise challenging day.

Strange and unanticipated. But Most welcome.


Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Wednesday, April 18, 2018.

Image: White Christmas from women.com