Another Christmas day is rapidly approaching, and with it, another year of outcry from the so-called culturally elite .
No Christmas tree allowed at the statehouse in Rhode Island. Arkansas school children prohibited from watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas” because an atheist parent objects to the scene in which Linus quotes from Luke 2. Nativity scenes banned across the country.
All of this flap over the celebration of the birth of Christ brought back a Christmas memory that always makes me smile.
The year must have been 1968 or ’69. Our neighbors erected the first life-size (or nearly so) Nativity scene that I had ever seen in their front yard. It was really something. Stable built with sawmill slabs, floored with hay, and characters arranged (which were lighted for night-time viewing) around the manger. It was a lot of work and quite a spectacle, especially since we lived way out in the country. Not much chance anyone was actually going to see it — except us. We lived right across the road, and it was practically at the end of our driveway.
It looked like this photo:
Now like I said, these folks put a lot of effort into this Christmas display. The crowning touch was that it was wired for sound — full stereo — with a continuous loop of Christmas music playing from speakers carefully hidden in the stable.
The only problem was that there wasn’t a big selection of tunes on that loop. The only song I can remember hearing — over and over again — was this one:
To this day, I can’t look at a Nativity scene and not hear Buck Owens.
Enjoy the Christmas season, and don’t take yourself too seriously. It ain’t about you.