My morning commute takes a whopping four minutes, five if I’m stuck in traffic, three if I get all green lights and I’m not dragging behind grandma.
On average, I get to enjoy one song in its entirety before I cruise into my parking spot.
Naturally the other morning I had my radio set to holiday music. Like an early Christmas present just for me, my favorite Christmas song, O Holy Night, came on.
I began to rock and to sway to the dreamy melody. Appreciating the private acoustics of my car, I began an emotional performance.
O holy night, the stars are brightly shiiiiining.
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth…
The diva in me turned on.
Long lay the world in sin and error piiiiiiiiiining,
Til He APPEARED and the Soul Felt Its Worth.
I looked to the right and saw another driver waiting beside me at the red light. Nah, he’s not worth stopping. Sing your heart out, Square Piece.
The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices.
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
The next part is my favorite. If I could have closed my eyes and driven at the same time, I would have. It’s undecided as to whether or not I was singing or screaming. It might have been a cross between the two.
FALLLLLLLLLLLL on your KNEEEEEESS!
Oh HEEEEEEEAR the angel VOOOOOOOOICES!
O NIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiGHT DIVIIIIIIIIIIIIINE…!
‘Twas my most dramatic car performance as of late. I didn’t hold back a single note. In spite of the fact that the key was slightly higher than my usual O Holy Night preference, I braved the rest of the song at the top of my lungs.
Truly He taught us to love one anoooooooother;
His law is love and His gospel is peace…
Finally, the song (and my moving performance) ended. Sitting in the parking lot, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time. Except I didn’t see the time. I did, however, see how many outgoing calls I had made in the last four minutes.
Yeah. I had been pocket dialing people the entire time. Awesome.
Even in my ignorance, I can’t help but spread Christmas cheer.