The other day when my little ones were lining up to go to lunch, I asked if they wanted to sing a Christmas song on the way to the cafeteria. We sang Jingle Bells and then one of my little ones asked if we could sing “that one about the 12 things”.
My voice caught in my throat and not a single word cracked out.
I stood thinking about singing The 12 Days of Christmas at your house and always hoping, wishing, crossing my fingers that I would get the card that said “Five Golden Rings”. It was my favorite line. I could only imagine enough golden rings to slide on all the fingers of one hand. I remember you singing that line in your best warbling Baptist church vibrato. Your singing voice always made me giggle.
As I stood there watching my little ones pull their jackets on and grab their lunch boxes, I spun the gold ring on my right hand, the one my mom gave me from your trip to Greece together. It is carved with the Greek symbol for eternity. We walked to lunch singing and when we got to the part about the golden rings, I sang through the lump in my throat my voice trembling each time until I got to those four calling birds.
Christmas is a hard time to be apart from you. The tree, the music, the decorations, the food-it all reminds me of you. Those memories are so sweet. And I’m thankful for all of them. I just wish you were here to make more.
But then I turn the ring on my finger and remember that this season, when I am singing of the Christ come to Earth, you are singing with Him for eternity, singing in your best Baptist church vibrato.
I can’t think of a sound I’d like to hear more.
Come sing to me in my dreams, Gramma. Come sing to me about the Christ come to Earth. Sing to me about eternity. Sing to me about Heaven where five golden rings are a mere drop in the bucket.