It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Reading some lovely nostalgic Christmas posts this morning made me want to share this again. ❤

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Part One, 1956

I am 4 or 5. Small enough to sleep in two arm chairs pushed together, facing each other. One of the arm chairs has velvety grey upholstery in a swirly design. The other, my favorite, is red velvet. I sleep the strange sweet sleep of that place, of childhood. Outside the window is cold Montana, the clear dark pierced by stars and lit by a distant radio tower. Some nights there’s dance music coming from the Red Barn down the road. Among the songs is Gene Autry singing “Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Trains whistle through the night.

It’s still dark when I hear her, coming out of her room, humming softly, tying on her apron, buttoning her sweater. She walks to the kitchen and lights the stove. I smell the fire catch. She comes back singing.

It came upon a midnight clear, that glorious song of old.

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11 thoughts on “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

  1. This is wonderful, Martha, and so evocative! I’m a little kid again. Love your post, and both parts tug at the heartstrings in different ways. Christmas is a time for nostalgia, and I love the way you capture it here and all the emotion and magic that goes with the season. Fantastic stuff. A lovely festive post to come back to the land of the living with – I finally submitted my assignment this morning! Hope all’s well with you. 🙂 ❤

    • Thank you! ❤ We loved the snow today. The really cold temperatures are coming, but we like them because that makes ice crystals in the air and on the top of the snow on the ground. I really feel a lot happier with life once it snows for real, and, happily, Teddy loves it as much as Bear does.

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