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I mailed my Christmas cards out this week--in lieu of cards to the blogpals, here's a song. The only reason I'm not too ashamed of posting this to everyone is because I am confident in my own medocrity. Although it's been said many times many ways...
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dive said…
And Merry Christmas to you too, Robyn.
That's so wonderful! At last you've managed to defeat my Grinchy loathing of Christmas (at least temporarily).
I shall play this whenever I'm feeling grouchy and for those hundred odd seconds, I shall love Christmas. I promise.

Thank you so much.
8:30 AM
Scout said…
You're welcome. My daughter was disturbed when I told her I was going to post this. But what the heck, I said. It's Christmas, it's not a recital.

Hey, I know! You need to record a guitar something--a Liona Boyd Christmas number. That would truly make the season bright, dont' you think?
8:38 AM
dive said…
If I knew what a Liona Boyd Christmas number was it might help.
But that would be rushing things. I'm still ninety percent curmudgeon, even with your festive influence, Robyn. It will take years more work before I'm sufficiently de-Scrooged to record Christmas music … Hee hee.
8:47 AM
Anonymous said…
Well done Robyn, a very festive gesture!
11:16 AM
Old Knudsen said…
Though I refuse to listen to a Christmas song thankyou anyway, I will be posting the location of where I've buried santa so he can get a proper service.
2:00 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Thanks for such a personalized Greeting of the season. Not only do you play French horn and piano you have a voice too. Maybe you could sing that accompanied by piano.?
7:18 PM
Scout said…
A very merry Christmas to all, even Old K who wishes death on St. Nick. Too bad for you.

Rich, I really have pretty timid voice, but since that isn't my voice, I don't care enough fix it. We played this in our Christmas concert this evening, and the trumpet soloist was beautiful, as always.
10:41 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
That is anything but mediocre. Thank you! What a voice!

Merry Christmas!
10:41 AM
Scout said…
HA, thanks, Sassy.
1:01 PM
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