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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: The Vision

In 1951 I was 6 months old. Across the country a jazz musician by the name of Alfred Burt was writing a Christmas carol to go with the words written by Wihla Hutson. In 1955 when I was 4, this new carol was performed for a Christmas party where record executives were present. The rest is – as they say – history.

“Some children see Him lily white
The baby Jesus born this night
Some children see Him lily white
With tresses soft and fair
Some children see Him bronzed and brown
The Lord of heav’n to earth come down
Some children see Him bronzed and brown
With dark and heavy hair.”

As close as I can figure – maybe 11 years or so later, I sat in the back of a small church and heard my mother sing a “new” carol in a Christmas pageant. This church was in another town, so my mom took me along to many rehearsals. I would work on homework, write poetry, fall asleep, or wonder if I would ever sing as well as my mom. Most of the time, I just absorbed the peace and the holy quiet of the sanctuary as I watched the pageant become a work of art.

I can still see Mom kneeling as Mary. A blue veil falling across her face at the creche as she picked up the “child” to rock Him. Yet, strangely, there is not one picture of her singing in this production in any of our old photo albums. I wish – – – then again – – – maybe not – because the picture in my head is probably better than any picture because blended together in one image.
Her voice.
The Colors.
The Words.
The Vision.

“Some children see Him almond-eyed
This Savior whom we kneel beside
Some children see Him almond-eyed
With skin of yellow hue
Some children see Him dark as they
Sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray
Some children see him dark as they
And, ah! they love Him, too”

In my head, I can see Mom. In my head, I can see GOD. In my head, I can see YESHUA. And that is exactly what Wihla Hutson realized the night she wrote these lyrics. We each see Our Father, His Son, The Holy Spirit according to The Vision in our own heads. The neat thing? It doesn’t matter what color – what facial features – what scars or disabilities – we see because GOD gave us that Vision. He put us in the families that surround us. He colored us with His mighty right hand. He formed us and knit together all the things that make us His. He gave us the Vision in our heads. Best of all? He loves us and is so happy when we come to the manager and kneel to give Him love in return.

“The children each in different place
Will see the baby Jesus’ face
Like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace
And filled with holy light
O lay aside each earthly thing
And with thy heart as offering
Come worship now the infant King
‘Tis love that’s born tonight.”

I still have the sheet music for this “new” carol. The sheet music is showing a lot of wear, but there are the notations that mom wrote for herself and for the organist. Mom had a Vision of how she wanted to sing the song. When I sing it, I have a Vision as well. It is a little different than the way mom sang it, but – GOD, JESUS, THE HOLY SPIRIT – don’t care. They gave me – they gave Mom – The Vision unique unto ourselves. It is the Truth, the Love, the Grace in each Vision that matters.

“He possessed no splendid form for us to see, no desirable appearance”~Is 53:2b

“On the fourth day of Christmas, My True Love gave to me…” The Vision.