This week’s simple pleasure is of the musical variety. It’s all about singing. I love to sing, and Christmas is sing-along season. For the whole month of December, music fills the air, and I think it's grand.
It’s in the offices.
It’s in the stores.
It’s in the foyer at school.
It’s in a little Christmas basket
riding shotgun in Ebenezer.
I keep a mishmash of Christmas CDs in the car to fit my mood. Because I’m flying solo, I get to turn the volume as high as I want and belt out songs in my best falsetto. In my head, I sound just like Julie Andrews.
You probably aren’t surprised that old carols are my favorites. As I sing them, I can picture the page in the little blue carol booklets they handed out every year when I was a child.
Silent Night was always on the first page, and Deck the Halls was on the last. We would Fa La La our way through the entire booklet, singing all verses to every song except Good King Wenceslas.
We would have skipped that one entirely had it not been for my brother.
Though I prefer the carols of Christmas, I enjoy secular songs as well. Silver Bells and White Christmas are two favorites. I have to use my best alto sing~along voice for them, though. In my head, I sound just like Rosemary Clooney. When I rump a pump pum, I sound like just Bing Crosby…When I want a hooooola hooooop?
Alvin the Chipmunk.
I sing along in the stores as well. Oh, it always begins quite properly with a quiet hum-a-long, but before long I’m in full out Glee mode. I keep my hands on the cart, but the Bobble head keeps time to the music. I've been known to add a little hip action to my step as well.
Other shoppers just peek about for the hidden camera.
If you frequent a certain store, you learn their sound track whether you want to or not. My grocery store has a horrible playlist which seems to be stuck on Santa Baby every time I venture in. Although that song ranks just below Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer on my least favorite list, I inevitably find myself singing along in a deep husky voice. In my head, I sound just like Eartha Kitt.
Santa Baby, hurry down my chimney tonight….
The only thing worse than getting Santa Baby stuck in your head might be getting those Jingle Bell barking dogs stuck in there. Fortunately, I seem to be able to exercise restraint. I’m proud to report that I have never barked my way through Walmart.
I have, however, barked my way to school. In my defense, it was years ago, and the carpool kids wanted to create a canine chorus. We barked in four part harmony.
Woofers and arfers
in the middle seat.
Yelpers and yippers
in the back.
I sat in the front
and barked right along with them.
In my head, I sounded just like a cocker spaniel.
I could yak on and on about the simple pleasure of Christmas music and the memories that each song brings, but there are still gifts to buy and cookies to make and rooms to decorate so I'll bring this post to a close. You can be sure, however, that I'll be turning up my Christmas music as I tackle it all.
And this week's simple pleasure will be singing along.
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