Recently, I was driving my car home in the oh so unpleasant nightly commute of bumper to bumper traffic on Connecticut Avenue. I found myself pushing the radio buttons over and over because there were so many commercials playing and I was getting annoyed. Yada, yada, yada. I was trying to find something to listen to and didn't want to fool around with the CD's because I was trying to be a good driver. I wasn't up for anything frantic or metallic or anything that would make me wish I was on the open road going faster.
On one station I suddenly heard the silky smooth voice of Johnny Mathis singing "Winter Wonderland" and it was magical. When I hear Johnny Mathis sing, I am instantly a child again and I am living in a house on Silver Rock Road in Rockville, Md. I am 6 years old and it is evening. It's right after dinner. My two younger sisters and one younger brother and I have all had our baths and we are happy in our pajamas. This Christmas there were only four of us. Two more siblings would arrive later.
The house smells like a party and everything is glittery and snowy and full of anticipation. We are bumping into each other and talking and running around and wondering when Santa will be at our house. We want to put the cookies and milk out so we can get him to come to our house first. As much as our parents try, they cannot get us to calm down to get ready to go to sleep.
The whole scene is hardwired in my brain and when I hear Johnny Mathis singing, "Winter Wonderland" it triggers the memory every time.
Could anything be more innocent?
On one station I suddenly heard the silky smooth voice of Johnny Mathis singing "Winter Wonderland" and it was magical. When I hear Johnny Mathis sing, I am instantly a child again and I am living in a house on Silver Rock Road in Rockville, Md. I am 6 years old and it is evening. It's right after dinner. My two younger sisters and one younger brother and I have all had our baths and we are happy in our pajamas. This Christmas there were only four of us. Two more siblings would arrive later.
The house smells like a party and everything is glittery and snowy and full of anticipation. We are bumping into each other and talking and running around and wondering when Santa will be at our house. We want to put the cookies and milk out so we can get him to come to our house first. As much as our parents try, they cannot get us to calm down to get ready to go to sleep.
Sleigh bells ring, Are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight
Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
The whole scene is hardwired in my brain and when I hear Johnny Mathis singing, "Winter Wonderland" it triggers the memory every time.
Could anything be more innocent?
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