It’s time I come clean this holiday season and admit to a harsh truth; I am a tone-deaf want to be singer. It is a cross I have bore for as long as I can remember.
Actually, now that I think about it I tried out for choir five times before the music teacher finally wore down and allowed me to wear the school choir robe. To his dismay, I’m sure, because I distinctly remember him asking me to sing quietly, very quietly!
Needless to say it takes a lot to deter me so all through these many years I have continued to warble out many a tune. Though usually I do so while gardening, driving or piddling around in my own space.
But this holiday season I have found myself unable to control the need to belt out my Christmas spirit with little regard for my fellow man, woman or child. I have actually convinced myself more than once recently that the way I carry a Christmas tune, is so inspirational my coworkers moved more quickly as they performed throughout their workday. Upon further reflection I think maybe they were moving more quickly toward the door and away from the middle-age elf in denial.
For whatever reason I have not been able to stop or restrain myself from fa-la-la-la-la-ing all over the place. When my husband asked me to “please turn the radio on” while I was totally jamming occapela to jingle bells, that only inspired me to subject him to more of my holiday spirit!
So, while I may be coming clean with my tone-deaf madness. Throughout this holiday season I will continue to sing loud and proud for those of us rythmatically challenged but spirit endowed.