One of Those Magical Nights

A couple at Christmas enjoys an evening of piano music and singing

*Play Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas for the best experience. Originally written with the song embedded, now edited for copyright purposes.*

It was one of those nights. The snow, like feathers, was falling freely from the night sky. And the slow crackle of the fireplace satisfied his ears. It was one of those nights - he didn’t know how to describe it - where he didn’t want to do anything but sit at the piano. Letting his fingers dance across the porcelain keys, letting the notes fill the air. She loved it when he played the piano. He always looked so tranquil and at peace whenever his hands touched the mythical instrument. He saw her strut up to him, a silent playful giggle escaping her lips. His eyes were locked on her, wondering what she was about to do.

A carol began to flow from her lips.

A smile spread across his face. Her voice was like chocolate, sweet and smooth. It flowed ever so gently through the room. Mixing with piano to create an angelic melody. His playing sounded so much better with her by his side. She placed a hand upon the grand piano and kissed his forehead. She continued on.

He glanced at her and she gave him her own smile. His leafy green eyes gazed into her bright blue eyes with a “Please continue singing” look in them. Though no physical words were said.

“Of course I’ll continue singing!” she replied with a second, slightly louder giggle. He gave a nod.

Soon enough, he was humming along with her. Still letting the music grace the atmosphere. He began to tap his foot on the floor to the beat. Mind at ease and love in his eyes.

A few more gentle lines of lyrics. A few more graceful chords of piano.

“Almost there,” she said. He sighed softly, not wanting this moment to end.

She hit a soft high note that seemed to ring through the air.

He faded the piano out until it was just a whisper. He gave an applause, a sense of pride radiating with each clap.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night!” she exclaimed. That’s when he let out a heartfelt laugh, kissing her on the cheek. “Wanna do that again or choose a different song?”

He flipped through his songbook and planted his finger below the title of one piece.

“How about this one, huh?” he asked. She smiled and gave a short nod. He, once again, began to move his fingers over the keys. She began to sing.

Maybe this time, he could muster up the courage to make this a duet. Either way, he had finally found the word he was looking for. With the snow still falling and the harmonious voice of his wife serenading the room, it came to him.

Magical, that’s what these nights were.

It was one of those magical nights.