Did you hear what I heard?

December 16, 2008

At this time of year, it’s easy to get punchy listening to radio stations that offer wall-to-wall Christmas songs.  So I’ll let that serve as my excuse for stirring the simmering potpourri pot about a well-known Christmas carol.  The culprit?  “Do You Hear What I Hear?”  

I love the beautiful melody.  But I think the lyrics could stand some tweaking.  Every time I hear “A child, a child, shivers in the cold…” I hate singing “Let us bring him silver and gold.”  I’d rather sing: “Let us bring him a warm blanket.” 

But, of course, that doesn’t rhyme.  I just thought if I were shivering, I wouldn’t care about rhymes…or cold hunks of silver and gold.  I’d rather have reason…and a warm blanket.

 — CH



  1. I’m with you on this, Cindy. I’ve heard a story about what wise women would have taken to the babe in the manger – casseroles and clean linens, and then they would have cleaned the barn for Mary.

    Thanks for checking in. We held our breath all week-end but never did lose power. Today it was 50 degrees so I able to shovel some of the ice off the driveway. Crazy weather.

  2. I like the story of the Wise Women! Another Nativity anomaly for me is how I feel every time I see a statue of Mary in a Nativity Scene where she’s kneeling at the creche and looking beatifically glowing. I always think to myself, I wish I looked that good after giving birth! I always looked like a tired (but happy) wreck who was too exhausted to do anything else but sack out on the hospital bed. And at that moment, I’d hardly describe myself as beatifically glowing.

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