‘Tis the season for nostalgia, for memories blending into the way we might have wished things had been, with the rosy glow of hindsight and the softened edges of time blunting what may have been tinged with sadness. We are at the top of this year’s holiday hill, just getting our snow legs underneath us before plunging headfirst (if we’re daring), onto a sled we hope stays stationed beneath our bellies, careening downhill as powdery puffs of snow thrillingly seer our faces. When you’re a kid, those rides down a snow-covered hill feel endlessly long (yet still nowhere near as long as the walk back up).
There are different kinds of sleds and sleighs, and different types of holiday journeys we must make. This year, I’m trying merely to keep my head above water, or frozen water in this case, and trying to find joy and meaning in Christmas feels a tad too daunting to attempt right now. So I’m giving myself a pass, and whatever Christmas spirit I may salvage will be a bonus. To that end, here’s a fun rendition of ‘Sleigh Ride’ by the Ronettes for some Saturday night sliding.
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