After Thanksgiving, on the morning drive to Grandma's house, I taught Bridgette a couple classics - Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Jingle Bells. To my delight, she picked them up quickly - but it both amused and frustrated me that from that first morning on, they were the only Christmas songs she would let me listen to in the car, and only the versions of those songs that I originally played for her.
She picked up more carols throughout the season. Another childrens' favorite she liked was Frosty the Snowman. However, when I sang, "with a corncob pipe and a button nose...," she'd get upset. "No. A carrot nose," she informed me. I have to agree. All the snowmen we saw around town had carrot, not button, noses.
Bridgette even performed Christmas Cookies - a funny favorite of mine by George Strait - with me and Kevin at our church Christmas Breakfast. Her role was mainly to pretend to bake cookies, which she really got into. But she also sang the words as she "baked."
The song that most surprised me though was Angels We Have Heard on High. When we read the nativity on Christmas Eve and began singing this song for Angel portion of the story, Bridgette joined right in. This was especially apropo, because she was the angel this year.
Later, when I suggested singing "the angel song" again, and inadvertantly busted out with "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" instead, she stopped me.
"No," she interrrupted, "let's sing Angels We Have Heard On High." I guess this song got ingrained after attending many choir practices with me and Kevin where we sang this in a medley of other songs.
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