Next Comes the Stocking of Little . . . Sally
Oh, Christmas memories! “Up on the Housetop” came on the radio and I caught myself singing along. And just like that I was in the backseat of the family car snapping my fingers to the “click, click, click” of reindeer hooves while Dad led the singing from behind the steering wheel.
We sang everywhere we went in the month of December when I was growing up. My brothers and I would beg Dad to sing another one–Frosty, Rudolph and down through the chimney came old Saint Nick! But here’s the best part–Dad would make up lyrics using our names.
“Up on the Housetop” usually includes stockings for Nell and Bill, but on our travels there were also presents for Dave, Dan, Sally (his nickname for me) and Nancy Anne (my mom). I don’t remember exactly how the lyrics went with my name, but I do remember mom’s included, “Next comes the stocking of Nancy Anne, she bakes biscuits in a pan.”
And we would laugh, and laugh and laugh. Because being called out by name in a song is one of the most special feelings there is.
In our holiday travels, I’m sure there was grumbling and someone probably said, “he’s touching me!” at least once. But here’s what I remember: JOY. A great upwelling and overflowing of joy as we sang on the way to buy presents at the mall or eat turkey with the cousins. Joy in knowing that we were beloved, treasured and sung about.
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