|Christmas Angel Choir from Gerard David's Nativity|
Joy to the World
Our living room.
Stella singing a little bit ahead, since she is a faster reader.
Donna slowly sounding out the words based on her rudimentary reading skills and familiarity with the hymn.
Inge, flying in from the kitchen about half-way through, with her own little addition to the choir.
Reader beware: Cacophony ensued which I will try to capture in the written word. You must imagine much simultaneous singing of a variety of words.
Stella: Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Let earth, receive her King. Let every heart, ...
Donna joins at about this time, still keeping time, since the first verse is mostly familiar: Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Let earth, receive her King. Let every heart, ...
A little further on, it sounded somewhat like this:
Stella: Joy to the earth
Donna: Let every heart
Stella: The Savior reigns
Donna: Prepare Him room
Stella: Let men their songs employ
Donna: And heaven and nature sing
But at some point in this somewhat disarrayed, but still lovely chorus, Inge came flying in, joining at the top of her lungs, singing with great zeal to compete with the other strains:
Joy to the world, my bus driver's dead. We barbecued his head.
|Ms Frizzle and Lizzie, from the Magic Schoolbus|