It's No Secret

If you know me well, you already know this about me, and will probably roll your eyes.  I listen to Christmas music in the summer.  I can't help it.  It calls my name.  It's nostalgic.  It's happy.  It's peaceful.  Who couldn't use a little of that at the end of summer?

I am getting better.  This year I made it to the middle of August before listening to a Christmas album.  And in my defense, it's never the Jingle Bell variety.  Today's choice is Alex Boye's "My Christmas Wish."  Lovely.

It's the only Christmas album I have on my phone. Randomly a song will pop up and I usually switch it to the next song, but today I was elbow deep in bread dough and couldn't change it.  Then it was so lovely, I didn't want to change it.  It dug up wonderful memories of my beautiful grandmother.  Whenever I think of the peaceful side of Christmas, it is always her living room that comes to mind. Quiet, dark, with a fire built too hot.  The distant sound of aunts, uncles and cousins making merry in the basement.  The white lights on her flocked tree twinkling.  It's the stuff people dream of.  So pardon me while I jump ahead to December (or back a few Decembers).  I'll be all summery again when the album has played through.