Oooh... this is the sentimental time of the year, I can tell you. I remember singing the above in a short stint at a church choir with my sister. It was short - due to my already rather negative childhood experience with choirs, but nevertheless long enough to help me enhance my yearly longing for Christmas in Europe.
This is the time that makes me realize that what I grew up will just stick with me. I'm European... can't help it. Sue me. Indiana in winter (or any time of the year really) has very very little to do with a quaint little European town (or any quaint little town). And I will just never really get used to buildings made of wood and churches that can actually be heated to the point that you can safely take your coat off. There's just something wrong with that. You are supposed to be freezing during important, extremely long services.
Oh and I know that the long distance in time and space makes all of this reminscing very sugar-coated and irrealistic... but I also know that this is my privilege as an expatriate. I get to visit dear places in my mind and relive everything in picture-perfect pink - all curtesy of an immigrant's selective memory. Reality is removed and I can dream. It's nice.
Sure the real thing always ends up being better - but for now I take this for what it is and send you all warm fuzzy feelings - you who are in Europe and don't know what you have.Posted at 09:49 AM on December 20, 2002