When I worked as a registered music therapist with nursing home residents, I often sang this song. Now, here’s Kathy Waller with her reflections on this and other songs that have been going through her head. By the way, Kathy is recovering from knee surgery and has been blogging about her experiences with that. So, you might want to check out her other posts. Even though her genre is mysteries, she’s quite the humor writer. Enjoy!
I just returned from physical therapy and then walked 866 steps from the car to the recliner (it might have been 766 steps because I lost count of 100s, but it felt like 866) and my brain is fried, so I won’t try to write another episode in the Saga of the Knee.
I know that disappoints readers, but I’ll get back to it later.
I shall instead write about the song running through my head when I woke this morning.
I awaken every morning with a song. Like knee surgery, it’s not as much fun as it sounds.
For too long, it was, “Deck the Halls,” no matter the season. The song was especially irritating because I insist on putting in extra Fa-la-las, going up on each FA in a little chromatic interlude: FA-la-al-la-FA-la-la-la-FA-la-la-la-FA-la-la-la-‘Tis the season . . . every time the FA-la-las come along. That gets tiring pretty…
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