Silent Night

Silent Night

“Silent Night” has held a special place in my heart throughout the years. It has captivated the very essence of the meaning of Christmas.

The hustle and bustle of the holiday season always seems to catch up with me. I become flustered and panicked to have everything perfect and ready for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

Hearing the song puts me in a calm and peaceful state of mind instantaneously wherever I may be. It reminds me of my childhood listening to my father sing it in church. This was very special and spiritual for me.

I can vividly picture St. Anthony church in Cicero, Illinois transformed into a magical world of devotional celebration. The decorations were simple, yet elegant. Small golden lights outlined the statue alcoves. Red and white poinsettia were placed exactly where they should be. There were two large golden angels that hung below the domed fresco-ed ceiling in the middle of the church.

Attending Catholic school meant that we were a part of the midnight mass celebration. Handel’s Messiah played while each grade was in a precession around the aisles of the church. Altar boys and priests carried a statue of the baby Jesus to be placed at the foot of the altar in a meek and humble manger.

When the entire parish proceeded to accept communion, my father sang a solo, a Capella version of “Silent Night” in three different languages; Lithuanian, German and English. My heart lit up with joy to hear him. I was blessed, the entire church was blessed.

The church was quiet while he sang. The words were so clear and perfect for the whole world to hear. This was my family’s special gift to the parish and the new born baby Jesus. Maybe it is the melody, or maybe it’s the fact my dad boasted he sang the song better than Bing Crosby.

Christmas presents were a secondary thought when I was growing up. Midnight mass was high on the importance level for everyone I knew. Traditions were important, not material things. Whatever happened to the Holiest day on Earth?

When I hear “Silent Night,” I think back to the way things used to be. I cry a little because he hasn’t been around to sing for 25 years.

He would be happy to know that his granddaughter has an amazing voice just like him. My daughter has promised to sing the song for me if I promise I won’t cry.

I still haven’t been able to keep that promise, hopefully soon I can keep my emotions in tune. Maybe she’ll even learn the Lithuanian version, because she’s sang the song in German and English in choir’s past. Maybe someday she could meet him lost in the song.

Wishing all of you a Silent Night.


Silent Night

Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love’s pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

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