One group starts thinking about Christmas even earlier than marketers: musicians. Christmas concerts are invariably a race to learn huge amounts of music in teeny-tiny amounts of time. Was so when I was a bitty high-schooler half my lifetime ago, is so now that I’m a grown ex-Jew who sings Christmas music for fun (though not, alas, for profit). So I apologize for bringing up the holiday season vastly too early.
Even with the rush, though, there’s always time for a good prank… our conductor raised his hands to start us off with a little Handel—and we gave him Handel. Did we ever. “ZAAAAAADOK THE PRIIIIIIIIIIIEST! AND NAAAAAAAAATHAN THE PROOOOOOPHET! ANOOOOOOOOINTEEEED SOLOMOOOOOON KIIIIIIIIING!”
“Yes, yes they did,” he said, that really being all the poor guy could say under the circumstances. “Er, where did you get your pitches for that?” (Our accompanist was in on the prank, carefully plunking out the right chord as though randomly exercising his fingers.)
There’s a lot of Christmas music in the world. A lot a lot. Fortunately, a lot of it is fairly easy, because composers have to scramble at Christmastime too. Much of it is twee. Much is overused. Some of it is cringingly dreadful. Bits and pieces (as long as I’m picking on Handel) create unsavory mental images involving sheep. All of this is only redeemed by the indisputable fact that Christmas has inspired some amazingly good music.
For my money, the best music ever written for Christmas is Tomás Luis de Victoria’s motet O Magnum Mysterium. I can’t even be articulate about how wonderful this piece is. It just is. Go and find a recording by someone good (this one at Marquette manages not to be completely horrible, but I’m afraid they’re not feeling the wonderfulness much). We’re not singing it; I remember it fondly from high school, is all.
As you might guess from the above recommendation (the text of which, if my getting-rustier-every-day Latin will serve, begins “O great mystery and admirable sacrament, that the animals should have [first] seen the newborn Christ lying in the manger”), I prefer Christmas music that emphasizes humility, hope, and shared humanity.
So I’m cool toward the famous Hallelujah Chorus (which also isn’t on the program); it’s great fun to sing, but it’s a bit triumphalist for my tastes. I much prefer “For unto us a child is born,” which we are singing. The text veers between the domestic, immediate, familiar joy of a just-born baby to the immense, world-spanning vision of what this particular baby will grow into. The genius of Handel’s setting (which, being Handel at Christmastime, he cribbed from another of his works) is that the triumphal future doesn’t eclipse the gentle present; except at the very end, we always return to the quieter title line and its almost self-absorbed melisma.
For spine-tingling melodic beauty, you can’t go wrong with “O Come Emmanuel.” The more modern “Still, Still, Still” on our program tries for a similar sense of serenity, and doesn’t miss by too much (which is, admittedly, damning with faint praise—but there’s so much truly great Christmas music that the merely good runs into trouble). We’re doing “O Holy Night,” of course, but that piece is ruined forever for me, because my best friend in high school sang the absolutely definitive, not-to-be-improved-upon rendition in her crystalline lyric soprano long ago. (In passing, though, there is nothing worse than “O Holy Night” done with a big wibble-wobbly vibrato, as it too often is. Ugh, the wrongness. Makes me want to boil my ears out with lye.)
I don’t know quite what I think of classically-trained choirs doing gospel or calypso or the like. Leaving aside that the effect is at best mildly bizarre and at worst wince-worthy, there are serious issues of cultural (mis-)appropriation and stereotyping to think about… but for classically-trained choirs to shy away from that music altogether risks marginalizing plenty of people who deserve to be visible and audible at the holiday table, so—I don’t know. We’re doing a calypso number. It’s a fun sing. Take it for what it’s worth. It’s much better music than this one weird frantic John Williams thing that’s in the program, I’ll happily give it that.
I love me some good English 6/8 caroling, and our program has plenty, even though the silly arrangers go and write it in 3 or 2 to keep the orchestra happy. But we’ve got your gossipy “I Saw Three Ships” and your wassailing song (in an amusingly sly arrangement that features both chorus and orchestra demonstrating a few effects of overindulgence). Also some standard favorites I won’t bother discussing, though I will note that I cannot sing “Ding Dong Merrily On High” now without hearing my coworker Jamie’s parody from last year’s library holiday party: “Ding dong merrily on high, the loading-dock bell ringeth! Ding dong verily some guy, deliv’ries for us bringeth…” So if I break up laughing in the middle, now you know why.
There will be cute little kids singing, and there will be carols for audience participation, and there will be Handel (sans sheep), and there will be “O Come Emmanuel,” and there will not (thank goodness) be a choral rendition of “Sleigh Ride,” and at one point there will be me hitting a high G-natural (trust me, this is an event), and there will be either the Fairfax Symphony Orchestra (with its awesome brass section) or the City of Fairfax Band, and the performance with the band is free (though you should call for a ticket to be assured a seat), so how can you lose? I know it’s dead early to be thinking about this stuff, but save a date anyway, won’t you?