The view from my chair - The Charlie Brown Christmas tree
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- Published on Thursday, December 11, 2014
Submitted by Alan Gillies
G.E.M. Media
I鈥檝e become so racially sensitive that I actually become self-conscious when I鈥檓 separating the whites from the coloureds to do laundry. Just as I do whenever I鈥檓 singing about a 鈥渨hite Christmas鈥�.
As much as last week I was struggling to resurrect the Christmas spirit within myself, searching for it within both religious and secular music, it remains elusive.
It鈥檚 that time of year, and I can no longer deny it. While this past year I鈥檝e sung the national anthem more than any other song, and around the world Canada is often thought of as being 鈥淐hristmas-y鈥� year-round, I eventually realized that it鈥檚 past time that I once again load actual holiday music into the WMIR.ca rotation. I鈥檇 postponed it for far too long.
This time of year is rough for a singer/songwriter of my generation. John Lennon, the Beatle who protested for peace, who gave the world 鈥淗appy Xmas (War Is Over)鈥�, was shot by an obsessed 鈥渇an鈥� on Dec. 8, 1980. I still remember seeing the news that night on the television in my family鈥檚 home on Mountain Avenue.
Besides Lennon鈥檚 song, I鈥檝e also been brushing up on performing personal favourites ranging from Darlene Love鈥檚 鈥淐hristmas (Baby Please Come 水果视频)鈥� off the old Phil Spector Christmas album and Elvis Presley鈥檚 (or maybe Porky Pig鈥檚) 鈥淏lue Christmas鈥�, and Chuck Berry鈥檚 鈥淩un Run Rudolph鈥�, to the classic 鈥淥 Holy Night鈥�.
Then last week, after walking through the falling snow, I found myself sitting at one of the pianos in the new recording studio in the back of the G.E.M. building, writing a new up-tempo piece entitled 鈥淐hristmas Without You鈥�.
I always seem to find inspiration in the oddest of places, this time from a Charlie Brown Christmas tree; technically, I now own three of the 鈥渙fficially licensed鈥� seasonal decorative items, but there鈥檚 a tiny artificial shrub that I inherited from my Grandma Nancy that鈥檚 always been referred to by the same moniker.
It reminds me of loved ones lost or long gone, at a time of year when I most of all wish that they were still close by.
So, perhaps the name of my latest composition seems apt, even if lyrically it鈥檚 more of a broken-hearted love song.
This week, despite working seemingly non-stop to prepare for deadlines set for Christmas, the end of the year, and (of course) publishable materials, I鈥檝e elected to find some time for what the Holidays have always meant most to me: friends, family and music.
Those are also the three things I love most in life, only more so at Christmas.
Throw in snow and shortbread and for me it's perfect.
I have no doubt that Christmas will find me taking some time away from the office and studio to enjoy a turkey dinner and Granny Gillies' Christmas cake with family, before unwrapping new socks and underwear from Mom.
I no longer need toys as gifts; I probably own or have owned so many over the years that they would have to invent new ones for me to covet.
I will, however, be donating a number of new, unwrapped children鈥檚 toys to the N.A.C.I.鈥檚 H.O.P.E. group鈥檚 Christmas Toy Drive on Sunday night at the Yellowhead Arena, where the Neepawa Natives will host the Portage Terriers at 6:30.
Meanwhile, much of my time will continue to be spent at work, 鈥淕athered 鈥榬ound my Charlie Brown Christmas tree鈥� with the yule log burning bright on TV鈥�, as I wrote last Friday night.
It鈥檚 funny; I鈥檓 reminded that Peanuts cartoonist Charles Schultz was criticized for including the story of Christ鈥檚 birth (as retold by the character of Linus) within the original 鈥淎 Charlie Brown Christmas鈥� TV special.
While satirizing the commercialism and secularism that has overtaken the holiday season, Schultz remained adamant regarding Linus鈥� reading from the Bible, that the special focus on the 鈥渢rue meaning of Christmas鈥�. He said, 鈥淚f we don鈥檛 do it, who will?鈥�
And there it is.
Once upon a time, a child was born. It鈥檚 that simple.
Christmas should be about children and should awaken the child within all of us, Christian or not. It should be a time of year for giving to all, but especially to children. It should be a time when we all try a little bit harder to be happy, to spread joy so that everyone else is happy, but especially the children.
So donate to a food bank and donate to a toy drive, if you can. No one should be hungry and every child should smile on Christmas morning.
Lift your voice in song. Pray, if you believe. Eat, drink and most of all be merry. Remind the ones you love most just how you feel. You鈥檒l feel better.
I get it now. Better still, I鈥檝e got it now.
God bless us, ev鈥檙y one, and Merry Christmas.
