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Saturday Soundtrack—Christmas Time Is Here

A Charlie Brown Christmas is my all-time favorite holiday treat, and the music has a lot to do with that. In honor of today being December 1, and since I have already been listening to Christmas music for over a week, here is one of the easier tunes to play from the Vince Guaraldi sound track. I left in the sound of the page turn so you could feel like you're sitting in my music room while I play--I left in the odd notes for the same effect.



Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share

Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year...

Comments

dive said…
Robyn, that is beautiful.
Thank you so much.
A Christmas tune I can actually listen to without wanting to throw things.
More, please.
Merry Christmas CHUCK!!!
Isadora said…
Music improves virtually everything - don't you think. :)
Mrs. G. said…
Wonderful. My son and I watched this the other night and it holds up year after year. This is my idea of beautiful music.
Very sweet.
Janet said…
Awww, I love that song, thanks!!!
Anonymous said…
You know, not to be Scrooge at a lovefest, but you might recall this is my least favorite Christmas song. I have to leave retail environments when it plays. The melody is clearly melancholy and the kids sound in need of antidepressants. The rest of the Guaraldi album? No problem. Give me something jazzy and classic "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm" by Billie Holiday or "The Christmas Waltz" by the Carpenters, Andy Williams singing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year."

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