Since the challenge went out for us to blog our favourite carols, I have been considering what mine might be. I have some favourites among the old standards – Good King Wenceslas, We Three Kings, Do You Hear What I Hear, O Holy Night – and there are some more recent ones I quite like such as Rita MacNeil’s Now the Bells Ring and Alfie Zappacosta’s This Christmas Eve. But then I thought of one that seems even more meaningful to me now that I have children than it did when I first heard it nearly twenty years ago.
John McDermott’s Old Tin Star tells of the passing of traditions – and of an old tin star at the top of the Christmas tree – down the generations. It seemed particularly apt this week as my preschooler was helping me to ‘decorate’ the tree while the baby alternately tried to eat it and climb it.