| A favorite photo: Ralph E. Williams and "Sandy" by our flowers. | 
My eighth grade math teacher, Ralph Krenz, passed away earlier this month. We remember these departed people as the holiday spirit envelops us. Christmas is a time for realizing our blessings and re-affirming our faith.
"All the tinsel's up around the tree." That's the first line of a Christmas 
song I wrote once. Christmas music weaves a backdrop for the holiday feeling of 
good cheer. 
I was delighted to attend the University Choir concert on December 13. 
Melissa Hanson conducted and Therese Sutula was accompanist. It began with 
"Noel," but I felt the highlight was "Hope for Resolution" at the end. The 
"Hope" song was a gesture of tribute to the recently-deceased Nelson Mandela. 
The audience joined in for a portion. From the Zulu text: "Nation, do not cry. 
Jehovah will protect us. We will attain freedom. Jehovah will protect us." 
It was very moving, the kind of feeling that couldn't promote Christmas any 
better. Sometimes the sources of joy around Christmas come from unexpected 
places, like from a song we've never heard before. 
The second line of my own Christmas song is: "Look around and you'll know 
it's Christmastime." That's the title of the song. Usually the song title comes 
from the chorus. My title is repeated in the second line of each verse. A 
songwriter, as he prepares his "lead sheet" will type the song title (in the 
lyrics) in all caps. We don't use any punctuation. Punctuation means nothing to 
the singer. Outside of the song title we usually don't bother with capital 
letters either.
   
there's a steaming pot of oyster stew
LOOK AROUND AND YOU'LL KNOW IT'S CHRISTMASTIME
  
You can tell a song written by Neil Diamond because it starts out with the song title. "Love on the Rocks. . ."
You can tell a song written by Neil Diamond because it starts out with the song title. "Love on the Rocks. . ."
More wonderful music
I attended the holiday band concert on December 16 at Morris Area High School. It started out with Jazz I which showed that jazz can be fully consistent with Christmas. More and more there are jazz band arrangements that are penned for Christmas, like the songs from "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
Wanda Dagen directed the concert. The musicians seemed a little too spread 
out on the stage for the Jazz I portion. The rhythm section was way off to one 
side. Know-it-all me will say the band had some trouble achieving cohesion, 
given this arrangement. But the director was probably dealing with logistics.
These tunes were delightful: "Linus and Lucy" and "Christmas Time is Here."
These tunes were delightful: "Linus and Lucy" and "Christmas Time is Here."
The seventh and eighth grade band took the stage next. It began with 
"Variants on an English Carol" and closed with "A Rockin' Christmas." Which 
reminds me: Why does "Jingle Bell Rock" continue as such a Christmas standard? 
It must connect with people. It's amazingly rare for a new Christmas song to 
break through. I personally would like to see "Jingle Bell Rock" give way to 
something a little more fresh. The public decides. 
The Morris Area concert band played "The Christmas Suite" written by Harold 
Walters. This was followed by "Jingle Bells," "Of Festive Bells and Ancient 
Kings," and "O Come, O Come Emmanuel." 
We were reminded of the Boston Pops when the MAHS wind ensemble performed 
"Sleigh Ride." This piece concluded with the trademark "horse whinny" at the 
end, performed by a trumpet player doing something we call "half-valving." Yes, 
I'm a trumpet player from way back. 
It's logical that I might dabble in songwriting. My father Ralph who passed 
away in February was a prolific professional creator of music. He has a brochure 
that lists most of his compositions. If he has a "greatest hit" it would 
probably be "Born to be Free." Much of his work was sacred. Church choirs around 
the USA continue to perform his music. This is confirmed when I occasionally do 
an Internet search. It might be in Battle Creek MI or Allentown PA. The sounds 
as created by my father at the piano keyboard stay vibrant. What I do as a 
songwriter is barely a shadow. 
Here's the chorus of my Christmas song: "Say Merry Christmas to all that 
you know, for it's the grandest time of year. And in the eyes of the little ones 
it shimmers crystal clear. Say Merry Christmas, it softens the heart and makes 
the soul stand proud and tall. So say it loud, say it all around and have the 
greatest Christmas of all." 
Our family will not be able to have "the greatest Christmas of all." Death 
has taken two of our members. My father died in February and our dog "Sandy" 
left us in June. 
We no longer celebrate Christmas with gifts. There's no point. We in fact 
are trying to "de-clutter." 
When I was a kid we celebrated Christmas in all the traditional ways. One 
of the traditions my father started was to wrap up a 12-pack of soft drink, 
which we always recognized under the tree. Today the highlight of our Christmas 
is to go to church on Christmas Eve. There are two of us now, my mom and I. We 
also dine at the church on Christmas Day. 
For most of my life our family celebrated Christmas Day with my uncle 
Howard and wife Vi from Glenwood. Howard and Vi are deceased. We all make 
adjustments as one generation slowly gives way to the next. 
We remember Christmastimes of years past, envisioning all the trappings and 
personalities as if it were just yesterday. It lives only in our memory now. 
Thus is inspired the Christmas lyric: "I'll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams." That song is a deserved Christmas classic. I should be so fortunate as 
to write one. 
In my Christmas "dream," I pull into our driveway in the Morris Sun Tribune 
van, nearly done with my Wednesday evening newspaper distribution duties, ready 
for a short break at home, as "Sandy" barks furiously at our front picture 
window, and Dad looks at me from his recliner chair. 
Thanks to the University of Minnesota-Morris and Morris Area High music 
departments for their delightful holiday-themed concerts. Christmas Eve is 
tomorrow (Tuesday) as I post this. Merry Christmas to all. 
"Jehovah will protect us."
   
The full lyrics to my Christmas song are in a post I wrote four years ago, 
a post titled "With apologies to Bernie." "Bernie" is Bernard Goldberg. Here is 
the permalink, and thanks for reading. - B.W.
 
 
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