Today is Friday, December 21st, 2007; Karen's Korner #1215

Sue Freund, who is a 'friend', emailed me this writing a couple of days ago. She 'signed it' and dated the writing - December 18, 2007:

"It’s that time again when the sounds of Christmas fill the air. “ People passing-- children laughing da da da da da da in the air there’s the feeling of Christmas.” “Here we go a wassailing da da da something like that.

"I look forward to hearing those familiar songs and hymns. Those cheerful songs that put me in the mood for the busy season that is here once again. The soothing hymns that remind me of what the season is really meant to be. And the inevitable nonsense song that I can never get out of my head, “Grandma got run over by a reindeer, da da da.”

"I dress up in my Christmas finest and sit in pews to listen to the performances. Choir voices blend harmoniously filling me with peace. Solo voices stir my senses, as well as wrench my neck as I position myself to see the face from which this wonderful sound is coming. I lean to the right, I lean to the left, I stretch upwards and I slump down before I give in and just listen to the songs, all the while staring at the back of some stranger’s head. I have often wondered just how many hymnals I would need to sit on before I could really enjoy the show? Have you ever noticed that the tallest man always sits directly in front of me? He nods off only to have his wife give him the elbow.

When I do get a peek at the choir members I often wonder if they know what they look like to me? Of course you always have the beauty with the voice of a lark. Then you have the man with the neck of a goose and then the women with the throat of a turkey. It never fails, the biggest roundest man sings tenor and the thinnest shortest man sings base. Many sing with smiling joyful faces and others sing pinching their faces as if they were about to pop out a plum.

"I can tell you this, because if it were known, I wish God had given me the talent to sing. There are few Christmas songs of which I don’t know the words. I know this because I can sing them loud and clear as I drive down the highway. All the truck drivers I meet must think what a fine singer I am. In all reality they are thinking that I am just another warbling wanna be. With that thought they would be correct. All in all this is another part of Christmas, which believe it or not, I truly enjoy.

"May we rejoice in the season and give praise to God for the talents he has given each of us. After all it takes a talent all its own to fill the pews.

"I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas da da da da da da."

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