Tonight is my church's annual Christmas concert. Besides the chancel choir, we'll have two Sunday school choirs, the Praise and Worship Band, a hammer dulcimer piece, and a sing a long of hymns. We've been rehearsing for weeks. As choir director, it was my job to select the music, organize the program and rehearse the chancel choir. As pianist, I play for soloists and ensembles. It meant practicing at the church daily.
One of the choir members is Vera, who will sing a solo part in one of the pieces. It required someone who could "wail" gospel. I tried younger members of the choir but only Vera could get that great African American sound. Vera is a 4'10" dynamo who has been singing with this choir for 75 years. At 86, she still babysits daily with grandchildren of the toddlers she used to watch. I hope to grow up to be like Vera.
Who cares about presents when we have concerts? My Christmas is all about family, friends, lights and music, music, music.
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