So there was no interpretive dancing.
There wasn't even any
circle dancing.
But there were
cookies and latkes and stories and songs
Including one surprising new song. The
lyrics were about flickering
candles.
Our song leader played a few bars on the electric
keyboard. The tune was strangely
familiar. It had a shrill syncopated honky-tonk feel to it. I started to
laugh. A few people looked at me
oddly. How could notes without words be
funny? I looked over at my daughter. She was laughing too.
Maddy said: do you know what this is?
I replied:
Peter Cottontail!
She said: I know!
The vamp bars concluded. As we launched into the words, we both applied that slight southwestern rasp to our vowel sounds best befitting the style of the
music.
Happy Holidays from Priss Prisstofferson 21314 to
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