But the music to these lyrics captures something else. It feels melancholy and longing. Almost sad.
This reminds me of something that C.S. Lewis wrote about: an “inconsolable longing” for “we know not what.” He said:
Apparently, then, our life-long nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honour beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache.
Christmastime is here. Our time. Our resources. Our attention. Our desires. All of these are being tugged at from one side or another. The beauty and the spirit of Christmas are so quickly lost, not only in the commercialism and consumerism of our society, but by the mis-directed longings of our own hearts and the busy-ness of our own lives. But, our truest longing is for something outside of the dark.
Christmastime is here. The time when we remember the birth of an infant … That powerless baby who was “inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside,” and who swung the door open, and brought to us what was inside, and who summons us inside, where there is the “healing of that old ache.”
Christmastime is here. Olden times and ancient rhymes / Of love and dreams to share. As you think about Christmas — about buying presents, about the meals, and the families, and the commercials, and the stores, and the vacations, and the bank account, and the travel, about the tree, and the lights, and the wreaths, and about the snow, and the ice, and the cold — Stop. Christmastime is here. A time to remember the olden times and ancient rhymes of love and dreams to share.
What do you want this season to be about?
Christmastime is here. Pause and consider the birth of the Savior. Stop to remember the birth of our King.