In elementary school, we had a very talented music teacher. I cannot remember her name, but I remember what she accomplished. All year long we sang, but Christmas was special. And one song we practiced over and over. On the big night of the Christmas Program, all of us dressed in satin white, delicate wings attached to our little backs, and a halo perched on our heads. Standing tall on the auditorium tiered bleachers with all the parents sitting in folding chairs below. The lights dimmed and we sang with perfection “Fall on your knees. O hear the angels voices. O night divine. O night when Christ was born. O night divine. O Holy Night.” Our voices filled the big room and echoed off the walls. Loudly, loudly, and then ending softly with “O Holy Night.”
The parents immediately stood and clapped loudly. Not able to contain themselves they rushed forward to claim their children and hug them proudly. My Mom and Dad were crying and exclaimed they had never heard anything so beautiful. It was beautiful. I could feel it. Only 7 years old and I still remember the moment 53 years later.