Sleighbells ring, are you listening?

I was able to indulge myself yesterday and sing Christmas carols. With an accompaniment! The fabulous Cole was here, set up his keyboard in my living room, and amazed my friends. I love singing, even though my voice is totally out of practice and sounds, well, not great. And I've never been the best musician, but I blend well . We sang up to 20 songs. Everything from Hark the Herald to Deck the Halls to Frosty the Snowman (which was an excellent number for all). We have a budding musician in our neighborhood, the fabulous Miss H. who after only 4 months of piano lessons, played us Angels We Have Heard on High. She was also the only one who could hit the high notes of Silent Night. You go girl! I was way too squeaky to try. And why is all piano music in too high of key for normal people anyway?

The mulled wine was way yummy, but I ended up with a tummyache (just like an over indulged child who only ate yogurt, pancakes, cookies, pretzels, mulled wine and pizza....oy veh). Oh and I was asleep by 9:00.

G is so funny. She claimed the whole thing was embarrassing, then got really into helping me get ready (she alphabetized all the music and made covers for our little books), and sang along (quite sweetly I must say) until she became kind of self conscious. Then she disappeared, only to come back when it was time to sing a song from the 3rd grade concert with the other third graders (a spirtual called "Ain't that a rockin'"). They sang it acapella, and G sang strong and nicely. No embarassment, no fear. I love seeing that. Then she screamed and ran out.

After all the kids left the room (and did I mention this was a very girl heavy crowd......kids were all girls ranging in age from 4 to 10, 6 women and two lone men + Cole) Cole indulged us grownups (women all) with some more songs. It was so much fun. Except when I found out G was the instigator of a lotion development laboratory in my bathroom. We were told there would be an explosion, but luckily, there was none, just a couple of cups of goo.

Next time though I'll eat a better lunch! Maybe it will help me sing more like Mariah Carey and avoid a stomache ache!