You know, I don’t celebrate Christmas. I’ve not cared much for it since I was about 8 and learned that trees die when you cut them down. And let’s not even go there about this split from something spritual and family oriented to a commercial free-for-all at Target and Best Buy. But anyways. Back to our story.
So I volunteer an hour each week in my daughter’s school library when her class is there. The librarian and I take turns reading books to the children, sometimes I tell stories, and we help the children find books to check out for the week. I arrive early yesterday, and the librarian eagerly tells me about this exquisite pop up book she wants to read, how she knows the author and that the book is beautiful, and then she drops the bombshell – it’s the 12 days of xmas, and she expects me to sing it. Uhhh…. right.
We begin by introducing the book to the children, and turn to the first page where I begin, “on the first day of xmas, my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.” k, got that part. Then, “on the second day of xmas, my true love gave to me…. pause… (insert image of me leaning over the librarian frantically trying to read the text of the book because I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE WORDS ARE TO THIS FRIGGIN’ SONG).” yeah, it went like that.
By the fourth day of xmas, the librarian figured out I did not know this particular xmas carol and would intentionally SHOW me the page so I knew what to sing. Sigh. By the fifth day, she’s begun to sing, too, and has encouarged the children to join us, even selecting one vocal young’un to solo ‘the partridge in a pear tree’ part (of course… it’s the one part i knew). All the children are merrily singing along, me stumbling along, trying to figure out what gift is next while simultaneously remembering the sequence as we count back down, and I look down on to the face of my lovely Lila. She is sitting there, slack jawed and more than a little confused with all this merrymaking and group sing-songing; clearly she doesnt know the words to this particular xmas carol, either. I simultaneously feel bad that I’ve maybe let her down a little bit yet happy that I’m not the only one who doesn’t know what the hell’s going on.
I read them a book about Hannukkah when we finished the carol travesty. For Jen. : )