Christmas crooning and the Hokey Pokey

Last week was full of music, and after touting the glories of that Christmas on the Town concert, I’d be amiss if I didn’t follow up and share a video I took of my friend Carrie singing her heart out.

Enjoy her sweet crooning, Graham’s incredible skills on the mouth harp, and the fantastic song itself, “Heavenly Peace: a Blues Ballad” composed by our church’s own Ben Lynerd, which he layered with “Silent Night” in a beautiful way.

You can read more about the song on Carrie’s blog–and I love the words, taken from a poem by William Cullen Bryant:

These strifes, these tumults of the noisy world, 
Where Fraud, the coward, tracks his prey by stealth, 
And Strength, the ruffian, glories in his guilt, 
Oppress the heart with sadness. Oh, my friend, 
In what serener mood we look upon 
The gloomiest aspects of the elements 
Among the woods and fields! Let us awhile, 
As the slow wind is rolling up the storm, 
In fancy leave this maze of dusty streets, 
Forever shaken by the importunate jar 
Of commerce, and upon the darkening air 
Look from the shelter of our rural home.
 

On a completely different note, today we hit the road to Wisconsin! Remember Kevin and Katina? The ones whose engagement pictures I took over the summer? Well, they get married tomorrow, and not only do I get to be the second photographer at the wedding (all the fun, none of the pressure) but I will be also be involved in the wedding music shenanigans during the reception. My band Thornfield (Carrie, Eric and me) plus Petras on the drums and Jonathan Gilley on bass will be playing pre-dinner music and then dance music. This includes . . . well, the Hokey Pokey, among other things.

I’ll be doing some heavy tambourining, guitar riffs, singing a little, and possibly even egg-shaking. And I get to play the drums for the first time! Yes, the real drums (as opposed to my usual goat-faced companion). Peter is taking the lead singing on a couple songs (“As Time Goes By” as well as a couple duets with Carrie such as “Unforgettable”), so I staged a takeover of his drum set. So far no one has wrenched those stick thingy whatchamacallits away from me, so wish me luck. And I should also figure out what those stick thingies are called. Drum sticks? (heh heh) Plain old “Sticks”? Rhythm hitting whatsits? Bangy loud poles? Oversized rhythmic chopsticks?

Anyway, it’s going to be a blast. An exhausting blast, but a blast nonetheless. Whoopeee for weddings!

Christmas decorating: a confession

I confess!

I’m not a decorator.

I don’t enjoy decorating.

Case in point: I had to set up a tree in my office at work, and this stressed me out much more than the Quickbooks confusion over a mysterious credit memo or that irate customer claiming we sent the wrong products.

That dang Christmas tree had me in cold sweats.

And that is why, in our house, the only attempt at a “Christmas tree” that we have undertaken is . . . well . . . mebbe 2 feet tall?

Here’s my husband with the box . . .

. . . pulling it out of the box . . .

. . . and thar she blows.

Nestled in a corner next to the radiator, poor thing. And with only two ornaments on top–matching silver and gold stars that shed glitter wherever they may go.

I realize that if we have children, we’ll have to obtain a Christmas tree and actually put up garlands or something, because I remember how magical it was to see the house transformed when I was a tot. And a teenager. And heck, it’s kind of magical even now. So I want to provide that same experience for any progeny we may have. Yes, the future does hold more seasonal decorating for this resistant girl, but you know–let’s not think about that right now, because my heart is starting to palpitate strangely fast.

You think I’m joking about those heart palpitations, but I can assure you I’m not.

However, all that said, I am proud to share that this year we strung twinkle lights around the window. My dear husband did the hard work of getting them down from the closet . . .

(actually getting the stuff out is 99% of the battle for me) . . . and believe it or not, I actually had fun putting them up!

Maybe because I got to balance on the window sill and feel like an acrobat, push tacks into the wall and feel like a hooligan.

And I do love lying on the couch and gazing at the lights while Christmas music plays in the background . . . I guess it was worth those 40 minutes of effort.

Right . . . “effort.” Maybe it was actually 10 minutes of effort and 30 minutes of figuring out how to place all the decorations on my own self.

So maybe my whole “I don’t like decorating” thing is just a mental block. Maybe it’s just for lack of actually doing it and tackling the beast. Maybe it’s the idea of decorating that stresses me out, but if I can just get into execution mode, I’ll find there’s an inner decorator waiting to spring forth.

This is probably the most decorated our house has ever been. Maybe next year I’ll go a teensy step further and hang a wreath somewhere.

But let’s not get too crazy!

Do you like to decorate? Does it stress you out or invigorate you? If you’re in the former category, do you have a tried-and-true method for overcoming the stress?