I had to prepare a Christmas carol. I knew that they knew that I could sing it beautifully, but I didn't know if they knew what else I could do. So I decided to pick a carol that lent itself to a different interpretation. And in fact, I almost didn't get to sing it, because Jane and Chris both knew that I could sing beautifully, and didn't need to hear it. But I said, "Oh, please... this is going to be something a little different than what you might have expected."
I sang "Silver Bells," a song that I never found particularly comforting or joyous, but more of an expression of the frantic nature of the season. Especially since I do not have children and do not find masses of them screaming "Santa!" even remotely endearing. Nor incessant bell-ringing. Nor jostling for position in department stores.
So... I sang it as a mad scene.
"Christmas makes you feel EMOTIONAL!
It may bring parties or thoughts devotional -
Whateverhappensorwhatmaybe ....
Here is what Christmas time means to me...."Hard to convey in writing but I got the role.
Merry Christmas! (And put down that bell.)