I often times long for the simpler times of yesteryear, when my biggest worry was what was for dinner on any given night. No NWO, no COVID, no piles of bills, no job, no nothing.
The same is true of the holiday season. It seems like the longer time goes on, the more I just don’t really look forward to holidays that much. It’s nice to see the family, sure, but they bring all sorts of stress in the form of shopping, traveling, car trouble, etc. Above all, the one who loved me the most as a kid is no longer here to celebrate them with me.
Alas, there is one little bit of holiday cheer that keeps me tethered to those times, even now, and is a direct link to my great-grandmother. The Bells of Christmas were light-up musical bells that were manufactured by the company Mr. Christmas from 1989 through 1992. I remember seeing them at what was then ALCO with my great-grandmother for the first time and being so enamored with them that my great-grandmother pleaded with my mother to buy a set.
It’s the one time my mother caved on something of that sort.
So around 1990-ish I got my first set of Bells of Christmas. I forgot what happened, but this set didn’t last long, and in 1992 (the very last year they were made) my mom was nice enough to get a brand new set. That wound up working out OK – because the 1992 version actually had some nice improvements – an expanded song bank (21 as opposed to 15 songs), a remote control, and actually a better sounding music box than the older versions.
This set lasted through my undergrad years, and my parents put them up along with the tree every year, surrounding our fireplace (when we lived in Roswell), and later our entertainment center (when we moved to Texas). When they finally gave up the ghost, it stung because it was like that link to the past, and my great-grandmother, were severed.
Fast-forward to just last year. I decided to go on the hunt for a set. I popped up a practically new-in-box set of the 1992 production run on eBay and snagged them up quickly. This is the 2nd year I’ve had them, but the first year I’ve had the garland to go with them to make a good looking display.
And here they are, hung around the alcove in the living room, in much the same fashion we used to hang them as a kid. That link that I’d been longing for had been resurrected, and while the holiday season is marred with the memory of her passing, I keep that memory alive now with a brand new set of Bells of Christmas, just as I remembered them all those years past.
Enjoy the music, especially if you had a set as a kid.