If you’ve ever been in a mall and lost your kids, you can imagine how Joseph and Mary felt running around looking for Jesus. For three days.
Perhaps you know that feeling. That what-time-of-day-where-am-I?-sensation, made more disorienting by the place you find yourself when you’ve awakened.
Despite my own non-singing snobbery for banal lyrics, atonal voices, or sacrilegious album covers, I greatly enjoy the efforts of artists who have recorded Christmas music. I am ever-open to being surprised when I make a new discovery. Like anyone, my musical appreciation depends on my mood…
#TheDghtrUnit commandeered the shower and began belting songs, experimenting beyond her resonant alto. It was 11-something PM.
The nocturnal concert seemed to be in the next room instead of down the hall as it had been the years B.C. – Before College. Either the collegiate vocal training was paying off, or she was in my bathroom.