Heart News - December 1983 - A Letter from Lou Wilson - to Ann & Nancy and the fans...
Heart news: Lou
Wilson: Re: Wilson Christmas Traditions
13 December, 1983
Dear Ann, Dear Nancy… Dear Ones,
There you are on the road with HEART TOUR ’83 – ’84. And here we are, John and Lou, counting
the concerts until you come home for Christmas.
HEART NEWS has asked me for a word-picture of our Christmas
traditions. I brought out the two
big Christmas boxes for mood and inspiration, and there it is again. Telling of our many, many-splendored
The tattered, holly-haired doll, and the other (ugly) one we
are going to throw away each year and don’t. The Swedish candle chimes. The odd collection of the mismatched, and much loved and
worn miniature animals, which comes every year to see the baby Jesus at our
crèche (nativity scene). I recall
those times when you two took turns rearranging the crèche to make your
adolescent social and political statements. Next, the elf hat and BIG plastic ears. And then that collector’s item from
reel-to-reel days, the tape of carols which runs out just short of the last crescendo
Among the green and red felt stockings are those with dog
names. E.O., MOFFA, WOMBIE, SHUIE,
PILOT, BLUE, CEENA, BUDDY, ARROW, TRUMPET, AMIGO, ZOOEY. Some now in doggie heaven. The rest eager for this Christmas’ chew
bones. Remember the year we
costumed the dogs and filmed them as a complete manger scene? And another with puppies eating candy
canes from low tree branches? One
Christmas came when we had so many of our (and other’s) dogs, each with a
Christmas ribbon, bow, that there was little space left for people. And later, a year when Nancy gave us
the pick of Wombie’s litter of puppies, and we named him Pilot from that track
on “Bebe le Strange”.
Our Christmas trees could never be chosen for the House
Beautiful Award. They start off all
right but as we reach deeper into the big boxes, all of those beloved,
child-made things and pieces of our history are added and lo, Christmas comes once
The tree I remember most vividly is the one Nancy chose and
somehow carried home all over her little Toyota. The tree was enormous and rather round. It appeared to be a small forest coming
down the street with Nancy peeking through the branches to steer it into our
whole family singing carols for weeks before the big day. Ann, you always sang “Joyce To The
World” and complained because “Teddy Bears’ Picnic” wasn’t considered a
Christmas carol. Nancy, do
you remember when you were first learning to talk and to sing you thought it
was “Weigh in a Manager”.
I love our special Christmas Eves. Visits from our own personal “Old Santa” and special
others. The reindeer hoof prints
pasted everywhere. Ann conducting
excerpts from Handel’s Messiah played with love on many humazoo kazoos. The youngest ones choosing
“the-gift-I-get-to-open-tonight”. The midnight candlelight service of Lessons and Carols at our church.
The late fireplace-talking and the sweet guitars.
And the presents. All your years of dreaming of real horses and receiving horse
statues instead. Ann’s talking doll, “Noma” and Noma’s replacement, Briane”, when she
lost her voice. Nancy’s “Roscoes”
the stuffed horse pillow and “Mogan”, the furry blue dog. The first guitars and flutes
under the tree, and later the finer ones you both excelled. Ann’s first leather jacket. The year you two brought the
beautiful French blue coat to me from Paris on your first European tour.
Christmas past. I smile as I think of those years we lived in Taiwan and we built and
painted a packing-box fireplace in order to have Christmas, American
style. And Nancy’s third
Christmas, when she dressed as a shepherd for the Nursery School play, she
smiled knowingly at the audience as she tripped one of the Wise Men with her
little shepherd’s crook.
Remember the “Camelot Christmas” at the church? And the year we took Christmas to the
beach house and stayed snowbound there afterward?
And Three years ago, so soon after John Lennon’s death, when
shared our mourning for his loss and celebrated his having lived and written
his music and message in our time.
Christmas present. Pieces of last year’s “Currier and Ives” farm Christmas at Nancy’s are
still in the big box. A year from
now there will be things from this year’s “Dickens Christmas” at Ann’s.
Christmas yet to come will always be our traditional
moveable feast of love where people are more important than the presents. I believe we have learned that God has
already “blessed us every one”.
So let the merriment
With so much love,