New Orleans was the Holy Grail for me. As a little girl, my Aunt Lorraine invited me to visit her there. The World's Fair. She was a teacher. Who knows what I would've learned?
But, I was eight. My parents were protective. They decided such a trip might harm more than hurt me.
I never forgot the city's mystique.
For a couple of years, I've raved about Pink Martini's "Joy to the World." Both a compilation of Christmas songs and a celebration of the languages and cultures of the world, the band takes familiar songs and applies their unique sound to create something fresh.
Dear Readers, please forgive me for not responding to your comments. For not visiting your blogs. For not paying attention across various social media. My eye will be back to normal directly, but some days, I feel like I have the flu.
Monday was one of those days.
I write a series sometimes to discover new things. And, Laurence Reade gave me something new this week: a Christmas mash-up I'd never heard.
Your mind totally went there, didn't it?
The three-year-old choir children twirled and giggled as they were led in a knot of single-file to the carpeted steps at the front of the church. Perfect Shirley Temple curls were accentuated with red and green ribbon. Sprays of plastic berries and twinkling tinsel erupted from shimmering outfits.
And, of course, there were the obligatory boys.