So this morning, I was thinking about the charity,
Little Sisters of the Poor, and from there my brain made the leap to the song, "Child of the Poor," from when I was in choir (way back in the Dark Ages). But because my brain hates me, it then called up the other song we used to do in choir for the Christmas concerts: "Children, Go Where I Send Thee." For the love of all that is good, don't Google it. When I am so riddled with Alzheimer's that I don't even remember my own name, I will still know how to sing this darn song. Not only is it a difficult song to sing, the sheet music is all over the map, AND it's just not good. "Four for the four/ who stood at the door"? What the heck does that even mean?! I've made peace with the fact that seven years after I was in choir, I can still sing 90 percent of the songs in my church's hymnal from memory. I've made peace with knowing that
12 years after being an altar-server, I can probably still make a go of it blind-folded (despite lousy training. There, I said it). But I cannot accept that even the passage of time will never erase "Children, Go Where I Send Thee" from my head. I predict the following conversation at my mother's house today:
Me: Remember "Children, Go Where I Send Thee"?
My mom: ....damn it, Kate!
Me: Happy early birthday!
It seems that FoxyTunes disappeared again. I'm listening to "Better Days," by the Goo Goo Dolls, off my Christmas playlist.
Oh, and my roommate's sister hates the song,
"Christmas Shoes" as much as I do! Excellent.
