Unseasonal, sing
out loud anyway, your voice pealing like a bell. Today is Remembrance Day, and my daughter all of sudden wanted to sing Christmas songs. We sang the 12 Days of Christmas back and forth from the house to the grocery store and back. There was much laughter as we were trying to remember all of the characters. I started to think about the story that during WWI, on what became known as the Christmas Truce on the Western Front, both sides sang and came above ground to bury their dead. A peaceful moment. My grandmother was born on this day, but she never knew her Dad, a veteran of the time. There is a long story to that, but the Spanish flu was raging in Nebraska, and she was a bright little speck of a baby, they almost named Goldie for her hair. Today has been a joy, our little voices, and remembrance. Who cares about the season when you sing with joy?
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