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Saturday Sing Along: Giving In to Christmas

It started earlier this week, when Trans Siberian Orchestra popped into my iTunes shuffle.

O Come All Ye Faithful/O Holy Night


Last night we discussed The Sound of Music. Particularly this song.



I remembered that it's actually kind of a Christmas movie. And I wanted to watch it. Because of this song:


(covered below by Pomplamoose)




Today, I attended the Elektra Women's Choir Christmas Concert, entitled "Chez Nous." Last year I attended a Christmas chorale show as well - slightly different, but equally lovely. I'm going to make it a annual tradition to kick off the season with some sort of concert.

I could go on at length about today's, but I'll summarize:
children + singing = adorable.
upright bass + guitar = relaxing groove.
choir + handbells = heaven.

I was reminded of how much I love this song:

Huron Carol



And this song.

Sleigh Ride - please ignore the terrible, terrible photo montage.




On the way home we listened to this song, which made me feel both happy and lonely.
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve



And this song, which threatens me with tears.
Carol of the Bells


Every time I listen, I get shivers. So let's listen to another version.


And now I give in. Roll the credits on the Christmas playlist - I am ready to go!

Comments

nadine said…
LOVE this post. So much.

It's not Christmas without Amy Grant.

And "Carol of the Bells" is one of the most gorgeous songs ever.

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