In the zone … the Christmas zone that is.


Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.

There is a certain stillness and tranquility that defines Christmas Eve.

Holiday music fills the air everywhere and we feel at peace with the world.

My work day is done and I have had Christmas music playing in the background most of today. The holiday bird, a/k/a Buddy, my canary, is warbling right along. He likes the female singers best, and whenever a song has any whistling in it. He also enjoys hearing the horse who whinnies in the Ronettes’ version of “Sleigh Ride”. Come to think of it, he likes ‘em all! He will be mighty disappointed when the radio station suddenly resumes its regular playlist on December 26th.

The holiday songs have been going 24/7 on one of the local radio stations since early November. I like all the Christmas songs, especially the old-time ones. I’m not a fan of the remakes and Madonna and Taylor Swift just don’t do justice to the Eartha Kitt version of “Santa Baby”. By now, I remember all the lines to “Santa Baby” and their order and where to pause for effect … those big pauses and inflection in her voice make that song so enjoyable.

It seems like just a handful of years ago, that I sat on the edge of my bed, watching my portable black-and-white TV which sat on my chest of drawers, and my eyes were glued to the Elvis Christmas special where he sang “Blue Christmas”. Though, I was not quite a teeny bopper at that time, I watched the famous Elvis lip curl while he sang that beautiful Christmas song … I was sure he sang that song for me, just like all the other girls and women did.

Every time I hear a Dean Martin Christmas song these days, I feel like I am sitting watching him and his Golddiggers in a holiday special. No one male voice today, in my opinion, beats Dino’s smooth voice. I thought he was so handsome – the perpetual smile, crinkles showing up around his eyes and that shock of curly dark hair. He always had a cigarette in one hand, a drink in the other. But, oh – how he could sing! Smooth as silk, and even today, I remember that twinkle in his eye when I hear “Rudy, the Red-Beaked Reindeer” … well, maybe it is not such a traditional song as the regular version by Gene Autry or Burl Ives, but I like it.

I remember watching all the holiday specials back in the day with my folks when I was a kid. Even Lawrence Welk and the Lennon Sisters. So many Andy Williams or Perry Como Christmas specials … an hour-long show where they dressed in bulky sweaters in snowy scenes with plastic snow, probably shot in a studio in the middle of the Summer. All those famous crooners, with their velvet voices, most of them long gone, but not forgotten.

As a young child I had a collection of vinyl holiday 45s. There was a red record for “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer”, a light blue one for “Frosty the Snowman”, a bright green one for “Jingle Bells” and a yellow one for “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” … there were more, I’m sure, that I can’t recall the names of now. I didn’t get my first portable record player until I was older, so I would stand next to my mom, while she loaded those records, one at a time, on the spindle of the family stereo. She’d play those songs for me, just once a day, for every day during the holiday season. Though I’d beg to hear my Christmas songs over and over again, I wasn’t indulged in my whim, and had to wait ‘til I was older and could play them on my own equipment. I probably drove my parents up the wall then, playing them over incessantly and no doubt wore out the grooves of those records as I played them so much. (Now there’s a line that will date me for sure.)

There were the kiddies’ holiday specials and I never missed them either. To get into a holiday mood, I watched them for years after I was grown. The local radio station has been playing snippets from “Rudolph” and “Frosty” and I could recite the words, or little conversations, right along with them. I’m not embarrassed to say that – it was a fun part of growing up.

As I was about to conclude this post, I realized I’ve not yet heard Alvin and the Chipmunks’ “Christmas Song” one time this year, so I hustled over to YouTube, made a few clicks, and there it was. Just as I remembered it. I cranked up the volume – really loud. I looked over at Buddy to see if he was scared. He was doing a head tilt, and when the “boys” started singing after that first few notes at the beginning of the song, I matched them, word-for-word, singing with great gusto, at the top of my lungs, as did Buddy.

I just love dusting off old memories at the holidays – they are treasured, even those simple and silly ones.

May your sweet memories from the past, and those you will make in the upcoming days bring you peace and joy always.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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4 Responses to In the zone … the Christmas zone that is.

  1. Cheriw says:

    Merry Christmas, Linda! Thanks for the trip down memory lane!


    • lindasschaub says:

      You’re welcome – love all those old tunes – call me a old fuddy duddy, but … they were best. Back at Carter’s, I think the only Christmas song on the jukebox was “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” by Brenda Lee. If I heard it it once in my shift, I heard it 50 times … you too as you were there in that same era. Whether you and John are some place warm and exotic like the Islands like last Christmas or spending Christmas with the family and the little ones, make it a merry one.


  2. Marge Aubin says:

    Christmas is for memories. Sitting by the Christmas Tree watching the twinkle of lights thinking about past life events. Yes even Elvis. No one was too old or to young for his Blue Christmas.


    • lindasschaub says:

      I agree Marge – I used to love watching the twinkle of the tree, whether it was at work (the little one on my desk) or at home. Maybe next year I will take the time and make the space to put out my Boyd’s Christmas Bear Tree. Merry Christmas.


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