Monday, December 19, 2011
Carol of the Dumbbells
DeNae's Salute to Fudge, Day 19:
Six days before Christmas, the bishopric member in charge of December meetings notices that the 25th falls on a Sunday this year. "Oh, gosh," he thinks. "I have a vague memory of us doing something kinda special on that day."
Naturally, he calls you, the ward music chairman and de facto choir director, with the suggestion that 'we' put together a 60 minute program, complete with solos, instrumental numbers, and, 'oh, seven or eight choir pieces.' And by 'we' he means, "Sister Handy, I'm reformatting my mental hard drive such that after this meeting it will be as though you and I had never met."
The truly obnoxious thing about all of this is that next week, you will have pulled a fantastic program out of your ... lifetime of experience, which means the only thing this guy will learn from the whole deal is that you can do anything, provided you not sleep for a week and postpone your Christmas shopping until January.
If ever there was a call for fudge, it's now.
Click here to watch my favorite Christmas music video of all time. I've conducted at least 30 choirs that sounded just like this, including the bass on the back row who only came because he heard there were refreshments.