December 20, 2012 by esarsea
The Roger Whittaker Christmas Album was never part of my childhood; those years were dominated by Mom’s Ray Conniff records. From the mid-70’s on however, whenever I would go home home for Christmas, Roger Whittaker would be playing on my parent’s modest stereo. This record grew to become synonymous with the warmth of being “home” for Christmas.
The holidays are still a little rough for me. I searched for this album on Youtube and clicked “play” — knowing full well that given the space I was in, it would elicit a tear…which it did within the first few familiar notes. Not sure why I did it now, as with it came the images of Mom dead on her kitchen floor a year ago last October, with me pointlessly covering her with a warm blanket. Not too far from where Dad died in his bed several years before. Maybe it’s strangely cathartic. Doubtful. Who knows. I guess it really doesn’t matter.
Is it overkill for me to post the entire album here? Clearly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go listen to it again.