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Can I be a little random today?
I can’t help it.
There is only one week left to post here on the blog before Santa and his boots climb down the chimney.
And I have a LOT to say.
I have stories and a map tree and more decorating and a cookie project and so much merry and bright that we need to discuss.
So today? In an effort to fit everything in before December 25? I’m actually sharing three posts in one.
I have the dining room all set up for Christmas dinner with the CUTEST centerpiece.
And 101 gifts under $10 that will arrive to your house before Christmas.
And a story.
See what I mean?
A little random and a whole lot of Christmas.
You may have to read this post twice.
Because the pictures don’t really match the words (much to my mother’s chagrin).
If you need Christmas table ideas? Look at the pictures.
If you’ve already decorated? Let me entertain you.
And if you are here for the gift ideas? I linked them at the very end of the post.
Let’s get started with one of my favorite Christmas stories I’ve ever written. After all, doesn’t every innkeeper’s wife need a little choreography? 🙂
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Every Innkeeper’s Wife Needs a Little Choreography
When I was younger, I knew that I knew that I knew….
….I was going to make it onto Star Search.
To me, it wasn’t really a question of if, more of a question of when.
Just a matter of time.
I knew that one day I was going to be discovered singing quietly to myself in aisle four of Wal-Mart. The notes would dance softly across the polished linoleum floors into the waiting ears of a big Hollywood agent who would immediately and without hesitation approach me on bended knee next to the frozen broccoli and offer to represent me.
And then he would whisk me away to the Star Search stage to a world of fame and fortune and a long and illustrious singing career.
It was going to be incredible.
I couldn’t wait to see my name in lights.
Except for one, tiny, insignificant, often-overlooked, minuscule detail.
I couldn’t sing.
Not even a note.
Truth? Just between us and the Star Search judges, I wasn’t aware of this fact. I truly thought I sounded amazing. I would sing in the back of my parent’s station wagon to an un-eager audience of brothers and sisters and when I belted out the high notes it sounded to me like the angels were singing a heavenly chorus.
Or so I told everyone.
And no one ever disagreed.
I can remember trying out for the solo part in “Away in the Manger” for the Christmas program at church when I was in fourth grade.
I sat at the piano in the music room with the choir director as she listened to my enthusiastic over-the-top-complete-with-choreography-totally-off-key rendition of the song.
And after the first verse, she stopped me quickly with an awkward smile and asked me if I was nervous and offered to play the song on the piano for me so I could hear the notes.
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I took this as an encouragement.
The next step in the audition process.
So I sang louder and stronger with more gusto and proceeded to act out the entire first verse of the song and finished the rendition with a last note so full of vibrato that it made the chandeliers rattle. When I finished she simply sat there for a moment without saying a word. Then, in a sweet and gentle voice, she told me that she loved my dramatic song interpretation—especially the part when the cattle were lowing.
She went on to tell me she thought that I would have made an amazing soloist, but she had decided with moves like that…..
….I would make the perfect innkeeper’s wife.
And I was.
An amazing non-singing innkeeper’s wife that is.
Just between us?
I was amazing. You’ve never seen anyone act out “there’s no room at the inn” with more enthusiasm. The poor innkeeper had to step aside so I could let Mary and Joseph know what was going on.
I never sang a solo in that children’s choir.
But life went on.
I grew up and got married to a man with perfect pitch who taught me to sing and now I sing in a grown-up choir.
And occasionally even hum next to the broccoli in Walmart.
However, the story doesn’t end there.
This past weekend, I sat in a church pew and waited with anticipation as my sweet niece stood up at the front of the church with her friends in pink pajamas wearing a bow and a smile the size of Texas and sang one of my favorite Christmas carols….
….Away in the Manger.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched her sing.
Every note in tune.
Every note as clear as a bell.
She finished that long-ago chapter and sang the song that I never could with a voice straight from my heart.
PS She didn’t add any choreography, but don’t worry I had it covered. 🙂
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