frazzled & frumpy

I started listening to Christmas music on November 1st. Yep, I'm one of those people. Thing is, the music at this time of year is nothing short of magical. It gives us such feelings of good and happy and right . It's one of the things I miss most when Christmas is over. In the spirit of Christmas harmony, here's a little early Christmas gift from me to you.

One of my favorite things about Sunday is music. I love the hymns we sing at church, and I love listening to "Sunday" music at home. Here's a little something for your Sabbath-listening: (If you've never heard Alex Boye before, you can hear more on his website alexboye.com .)

If we had to stand in line in the pre-existence to get talents, then I slept in the day they gave out the musical gifts. (My sisters would say that I was stuck in the line for soft skin. What.Ever. Soft skin a good thing, Heidi.) My husband isn't musical either, and our poor children inherited our crappy genes.  Seriously, when we sing during family home evening, we have to keep the windows closed.  If we left them open, all the dogs in the neighborhood would join in. I always wanted to be musical.  I sang along to my Donny & Marie and Carpenters records.  My sister and I played 'music star' using a spatula as a microphone.  I tried to play the clarinet- that lasted less than a year. My parents should be sainted for living through three kids who learned (or tried to learn) the clarinet. Have you ever heard a beginning clarinet player? No? Lucky you.   In college, I took a piano class, thinking I would finally find my niche. I got a D. At the ...