This is what inspired me to do a slide show on Youtube to Skully's beautiful version of Silent Night.
Let Skully tell you his story in his own words:
"My Grandmother lived in a big old house in the countryside. As a young boy, I loved to go there and spend my holidays with her. The house was full of things she had collected throughout her lifetime, beautiful things that fascinated me and all her Grandchildren.
On a shelf in the dining room, there stood a tiny little wooden church, with little stain glass windows. If you wound it, it played SILENT NIGHT on its music box.
Every year, rain hail or snow, our whole family would get together and celebrate Christmas there. The old house would echo with the laughter of Children and the chatter of busy adults catching up. Wonderful smells would waft from the kitchen, and the christmas tree.
When it was time for a break from our boisterous games, I would slip into the dining room, wind the little church, and listen to the little mechanism tinkle out SILENT NIGHT. I remember holding it to one ear, then the other, listening to the clunking of its clockwork mechanism, while I looked through the bay window at the snow falling outside, turning her beautiful garden into a magical place.
My Grandmother is no longer with us, and we do not go to the house any more, but the music box is one of my Sisters most treasured possessions. Sadly, after years of winding, the little music box stopped working.
I wrote my version of SILENT NIGHT for my Grandmother. She gave us this wonderful memory, in my version, (if you listen on headphones) you can hear the repetitive arpeggio of the music box as it dances from left to right in the silence of the dining room, Her piano echoes through the corridors of the old house, and I added a little snow, first falling, then it starts to settle."
Here is Skully's beautiful rendition of Silent Night and my interpretation of it:
Oíche Chiúin, Silent Night, Stille Nacht, A Memory Of Christmas Past
