The only thing better than singing is more singing.
Duff here. Ms. Fitzgerald was the Grande Dame of Jazz, so She should know what She was Talkin’ about. My, She had such a pure Voice. The best Scat Singer going. Right now, Mom is listening to Her sing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Wow. To my way of thinking, Christmas Carols touch hearts. And People know the Words to those Songs. I can hear Them humming, or Singing outright. I like to hear the sounds of This Music coming from the Radio while Mom and I tool down the Road. (At times, Mom sings with Them. I won’t bother to describe what That’s like, but at least She’s living unstuck.)
One of Mom’s favorites is You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch. That’s quite a story, You know. A Mean Old Green Monster learning to Love Christmas, thanks to the Whos down in Whoville. But of course, My Hero is Max, his Dog. I could not Imagine Max pulling that Huge Sleigh with all of those Stolen Presents, could you? He’s Small, like Me. But has the Might of Many. Luckily, the converted Dog Sled got Turned around and All was Well. Living unstuck.
Are You singing This Holiday Season? Or are You grumping Along? Take My advice: Be like the Grinch when His Heart Grew “Three sizes too Large:” Sing a bit. Belt it Out. Or if You’re Like My mom, hum along with the Tune. And then sing some more. It will Warm your heart and Make You happy. You might even toss in a “Ho, Ho, Ho” for kicks and giggles. Live unstuck. #unstuckliving#singandthensingsomemore