There’s something about singing carols together at Christmastime.  Everyone knows the Christmas songs.  Everyone sings them aloud.  I sat with my grandmother the other day listening to Christmas music on the radio.  Her memory is sadly declining.  Her brain can’t remember what she was saying at the beginning of each sentence just four words earlier.  But she sang along to White Christmas.  She was able to remember some of the words, but when they left her, she hummed in perfect harmony with Bing Crosby.  I loved it!

I stood in a crowd of about 60 high schoolers and adults last night as we sang old familiar carols together.  The music was soft, and the instruments even dropped out all together at the end of a couple of the songs and we could all hear each other.  In moments like those I get choked up.

There’s something about singing that brings unity.

It’s not every day that you get to sing with a group of people.  The average person, with no particular talent, doesn’t sing together as a family.  I have a family of exceptional talent and we don’t sing together either.

I can remember one holiday in my life when my grandma asked her talented kids to sing together.  We all sat around the piano as their voices blended perfectly, as if they were made to be used that way.  I sat and listened and tried so hard not to cry.  But that kind of beauty always brings me to tears.  I think it runs in my family.

I’ll never forget the Christmas my cousin made up a song about Randall.  It was funny and irreverent and completely made up.  Sean got out his guitar and sang about a youth minister who accidentally dropped the f bomb.  And my grandma (the same one as above) had tears in her eyes.  “Why don’t you do this more often?” she asked him.  She wanted him to use his creativity and talent more often, not necessarily sing about cussing.  We laughed so hard about that.

Every once in a while, Randall will get out his guitar and sing with the boys.  They make up funny songs and the boys always want to play along.  We haven’t done that in a long time.

I wonder why we don’t sing more often, together.  It’s one of those awkward things to do outside of certain situations.  But I can’t think of a single moment when a spontaneous sing-a-long did not make me smile.

If you decide to incorporate more singing in your holiday season or not, enjoy the moments of song this month.  Sing in the car.  Go caroling!  Pay attention to the feeling of unity; being one of many as you sing in a congregation each weekend.

May God bless you with moments of unity, harmony, and song this Christmas season!