Some of you know I bought my first ever new car and I am truly grateful for the peace of mind it affords. You can drive an old car in Iowa and not worry too much if it breaks down. Here, if you break down you become a sig alert – or a road hazard. And even if your hood is up – and your predicament is beyond your control – it still doesn’t keep angry motorists from expressing their rage and raising a finger to you. So now that I have a new car, I have a little less anxiety about ending up a roadside statistic.
The fun of a new car is figuring out all the bells and whistles. I have yet to pull out the owner’s manual to figure out what some of the buttons are for but what I did figure out is how to play music from my phone through the car stereo. Using an app called Pandora, I created a channel of Christmas music that appealed to me. The funny thing about my Christmas music set up was that every time I got in the car it seemed like the musical artist Jewell was singing “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” So that is the song that is imprinted this Christmas. That is the song that still hangs in the air. And one line in particular lingers in my ears. “The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.” What does that mean?