Every Christmas, at some point during the holiday season, my family and our good friends would gather for dinner and a musical celebration.Â My mom played carols, and we all stood around the piano and sang, basking in the light of the Christmas tree in the corner.Â Those are great memories.Â I can still picture the music book my mom used, with Victorian-era carolers on the front cover, singing by lamplight on a snowy street.
Some songs we’d skip — mostly the obscure ones that no one knew.Â Â But we sang most of them.Â And when we got to “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming,” my sister Amy and our friend Karen and I would always shift a little restlessly, mostly because it was slow, and hard to sing, and not nearly as sprightly as “Deck the Halls” or “The Twelve Days of Christmas.”
But we always sang it. And every time we finished, my dad would say, somewhat reverently, “That’s a beautiful song.”
And you know what?Â Now, at the ripe old age of 37, I listen to it and I think: Dad’s right.Â It’s a gorgeous song.
Here it is, from “Christmas at Baylor.”