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One for flowin' sleigh

Emma and I have been singing Christmas carols in the car. Her chronic lyricosis is so funny to me. I am reminded about not understanding the words to many Christmas carols when I was little, too.

Seriously, what does "in-egg-shell-she-day-o" actually mean, anyway?

My current favorite Emma-rewording is:

Jingle bell, bells, jingle all the way.
So much fun it is a ride in one for flowin' sleigh
Jingle bell, jingle bells,
So much fun it is a ride in one for flowin' sleigh.

Or better yet;

Silent Night, Holy Night
All is calm, all is bright.
Round, yawn, virgin,
Mother and Child
Holy infant, so tender and WILD.
Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.

But sometimes, we change it too. We change Christmas to something so silly and confetti-ish; throw a party, decorate a tree and give a gift. It's all so fun and heart warming. But that night wasn't heart warming. The world wasn't warming and lovely. The people needed help. They'd gone so far and were desperate for a way back to the truth and freedom they'd once known. So have we.

So, I'm joining ranks with my back seat songbird and changing my lyrics, too. An old carol that I can sing without thinking about the words I'm saying ( we all do that, don't we?) has become my Christmas prayer this year.

O, come, o come, Emmanuel.
And ransom captive, Israel.
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the son of God appears.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel.
Shall come to thee, o Israel.

O come, o come, Emmanuel!
Come ransom captives, in our world.
Those in lonely exile here,
We need you to come and breathe life, again.
Please come! Please come, Emmanuel!
We need you to come and breathe life, again.

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