Christmas is my favorite time of year, and I really love Christmas in Boston. This was my thirtieth Christmas in my Boston home; it gives me chills to think of all those years passing.
When you stop to think about it, it is extraordinary that we bring a seven or eight foot tree into our living room. There is no other holiday or time of year when the house is transformed like this. Some say that Christmas is for children, but at the age of sixty-five, I still find it all utterly magical–the lights, the candles, the delicate glass ornaments, the angels, the deeply familiar and stirring music, the warmth and color in this dark time of year.
In the weeks of Advent I like to partake in the bustle around town, concerts and house tours and walks to see the lights and decorations and shop windows. I’m aglow with anticipation and excitement.
On the last Saturday before Christmas I went to the Candlelight Carol service at Trinity Church, as I do every year. The service is almost unearthly in its beauty, almost like a glimpse of heaven. When I came out into Copley Square in the early darkness, an amazing light show was being projected on the façade of my beloved Boston Public Library on the opposite side of the square.
I love the way the architectural elements were picked out by the lights and the way the great words across the top of the building are highlighted: The Public Library of the City of Boston Built by the People and Dedicated to the Advancement of Learning. I watched the show several times through. It was a most amazing evening in Copley Square; between the carol service and the light show, I was blown away.