Listening to the songs of the holidays,
Christmas music playing in my vehicle
during my commute,
while running errands.
Triggering that little spark of joy
and hope.
And as I cook dinner tonight,
listening to the lyrics and notes that I've known all of my life
or at the very least
as long as I can remember.
It brings my mind to memories of childhood.
More specifically to Choir.
I was in Choir.
Surprising?
Not Surprising?
I don't know.
It was just a "thing" when I was in grade school.
Or at least its was for me.
The voices ~
all in harmony.
Or at least trying to be.
Connectivity.
We all need that.
Marshmallow World ~
I know it word for word.
My husband claims he's never heard it before.
He was never in Choir.
Singing in Rounds.
He doesn't get that either.
I remember standing on a bleachers,
well actually folding bleachers that they brought into the gymnasium
for us to stand upon and sing.
They were partially carpeted,
dress shoes are slippery.
I remember feeling important.
Special.
Like I had a voice.
But I do.
I do have a Voice.
I just think that I lost it for a while.
Or perhaps
it's just
that
in the last few years
I've become less afraid
to actually use it.
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