I have been swamped lately, but I rearranged my schedule. As such, I made it to Park Avenue United Methodist Church (above) for the first time in a month and sang with the choir. The choir members teased me about my absence. We sang Vivaldi and Christmas carols, which I adore. It sounded and felt amazing.One song, "Jesus Child" was challenging and had these strange, fun Callypso-ish sections. I got the other singers giggling with my suggestion of shimmying and the use of jazz hands, but in the end they turned me down.
On the more traditional songs, we were accompanied by two professional trumpeters. The odor of poinsettias was heady and thick, going straight to my head as I dove into the music.
Joy to the world.
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