Posted by on Dec 20, 2018 | 8 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

HEY, WE’RE NOT LEAVING FOR A LONG TIME!

Whoever that was.  Gullifur??? You have to be kidding.  I mean, mama, there are puns and there are PUNS.

And what did you mean when you said that traveling with me gives you pause?  Did I misspell that?  It looks as if you still have those weird appendages you anthros have, those five-fingered pads that snuggle and scratch so well.  So what is this paws thing?

Just remember–we are NOT traveling until NEXT week, okay.  Let’s just be zen, here in the moment, and enjoy the sweet days before Christmas and sing a few carols, okay?

Mama says that when she was young at school and sang in a choir they used to botch all the words just to see if anyone noticed, as in “Deck the halls with Boston Charley” or “Beefstew, beefstew, beefstew the Saviour’s way“.  BAAD kids, my mama’s crowd, but the choir teacher never seemed to notice.  Mama says it’s because he was tippling sherry before the practice and hardly noticed anything except if they were off key, haha.Image result for St John's school HOUSTON choir images

(No not THESE kids–this was just a cute example of a sweet choir at mama’s school)

Mama even had a solo once (miracle of miracles!) singing from the Messiah by Handel (whoever he is) and her knees knocked so much it was as if they were keeping time and she was sure the congregation heard the bangs!  She sang “He-ee shall feed his flocks, li-ike a shepherd” and then she forgot the next line but remembered it just in time.  Before she collapsed, haha.

I wish someone around here would sing a few carols and beefstew the Saviour’s way!  Or just put that beefstew in my dish!

To get in the mood, here’s a lovely carol that mama adores and I put it in my blog each season.

Such a sweet story about goodness and kindness.  Heaven knows we need more of both.

Carols make me so happy. Do you have a favorite?