As a general rule, I avoid it like the plague. There hasn't been any Christmas music worth listening to since Bing Crosby gave up his crooning license (number 8 on this list of 25 best Christmas albums of all time) back in the days of my youth. Still, every now and then there is a song that captures my imagination;
I mentioned this song in a previous entry, but it's that time of year again. I had pointed the song out to The Wife the other day; she poo-pooed it, pointing out how it was clearly a song written by an atheist to make fun of the holiday.
I never noticed those lyrics. I have always been captured by the imagery of sharing a drink with family in the sun of a summer's day. Tim is from Australia, and Christmas in Australia is probably a lot like the 4th of July is in the US.
Coincidentally, the imagery that is my favorite way of remembering the family I grew up with is in the sun of a summer's day; picking cherries from gramma's cherry trees, making ice cream, and sharing a cold drink. I can see her sitting on the covered porch in her favorite chair, grampa sitting next to her and dad helping the kids hand-crank the ice cream maker. A beautiful image captured in amber that I wouldn't mind being able to revisit if I could turn back time.
That is what I see when I hear White Wine in the Sun and it never fails to move me. Thank you Tim for taking the time to write this one.