Inaccurate Lyrics

 

 Lo, it came to pass that a group from my church passed into yonder community round about Long Island, Virginia and sang goodly carols for a brief time the other evening.  For the space of an hour and a half or nigh on two hours, we traversed the rural roads and made a joyous if not always beautiful sound.

The older people who listened to our singing seemed duly impressed, although certainly our next stop is NOT Carnegie Hall.

As we lifted our voices, I thought upon the words of the carols.  It striketh me that many of the songs that are sung at this time are clearly not based upon reality.  There never was a magic hat that wakened a snowman from his icy stupor, nor was there a man dressed in scarlet who requested a caribou like animal to pull his sleigh because of its oddly colored nose.  In point of fact, I am not totally certain that there is a man dressed in red who lives with elves at the North Pole.

(Somehow, our group neglected all mention of the Klaus, reindeer, and snowmen in our songs.)

The hymns that speak of Christ’s birth are also full of mythology as well, as many are quick to point out.  There is no certainty that our Savior was born at night, that no crying He made, or that there were three magi.  There is nothing that tells us that Jesus was even born “In the bleak midwinter.”  Certainly, snow was not piled "snow on snow" -- at least not in the Judean hillside or the shepherds would not have been abiding in the fields.

I wonder if those who pick apart the song lyrics of Christmas carols have boring day jobs or if they are simply very literal minded individuals who despise poetry. 

It seemeth to me that far more important than the exact accuracy of the lyrics is the reality of Christ’s birth and of the joy that should bring to the lives of those who have come to know Him. 

What songs like Away in a Manger, In the Bleak Midwinter, and Silent Night lack in accuracy, they make up in pure an adulterated joy for the knowledge that though we did not deserve it, God came down to earth to love and minister to us.  For, this baby, born into a poor, common Jewish family, would grow up to save all who believe on His name.

Truly, this is what I feel when I hear Christmas carols.  This too, is what the people of Long Island felt too when we sang for them one chilly December night in Virginia.