Worst carol nomination

Tonight was the first rehearsal of the Doha Singers. We sang some really cool Christmas music -- my favorites were Boris Ord's "Adam lay ybounden," and a bouncy one called "Ring-a the News" in which no two consecutive bars are in the same time signature.

I am, however, already prepared to nominate my LEAST FAVORITE SONG of the season. (For last concert, my least favorite was the lullaby to "my bonny wee doo." <gag>)

Here are the lyrics of my new least favorite; I'll have to let you imagine the appropriate music.

( The Twenty-Fifth Day of December )

You know, I could cope with the inanity of the lyrics and the insipidness of the music, if only Jesus had been born on the twenty-fifth day of December. But he wasn't (oh, no, no, no, with a hoo hoo for good measure).

So I've decided to dedicate my personal singing of this carol to Sir Isaac Newton, who was born on the twenty-fifth day of December. If that gets old, I'll sing it to the memory of Anwar Sadat. Or maybe Mithras. I'm pretty sure angels sang at all those births. Karl Rove was also born on the twenty-fifth day of December, but I will not be singing to him.