December meme 15

Call me a patriot, but that was an easy choice, by favouring Silent Night. 201 years old this Christmas, performed for the first time in a little town near Salzburg (the one where all of my children were born in the local hospital), and now I live in the town the composer of the song lived for a big part of his life. I know, the tune is simple, the wording plain, but it gets played in our churches from Christmas Mass until Three Kings Day, and it awakens a special Christmas feeling inside me when hearing it. That one Christmas we spent in NZ they played it in a candy store when we were shopping. Daughter mine began to sob in distress, because she´d have liked to be at home with the rest of the family, even if she was the reason we were not. The shop staff listened to her story, and one hour later we sat in the coffee shop together, having the best Christmas time ever. I think we came back to our rooms at two in the morning, just in time to find that someone had brought a plate of chocolate to our room. Thank you very much, Santa! I know I´m late for thanking, as always! So the next day we took this picture: