Christmas Songs are Funny.
At least, to me they are. I spent many of my childhood Christmases earnestly singing “We three kings of Orientar”, and imagining the exotic Arabian kingdom of the East, Orientar, where these rich kings came from.
For years, I also sang with all my might, “Deck the halls with bowels of holly.” But that’s probably another issue for another time.
And I’ll never forget the Christmas when we were attending a rather austere Baptist church, and the choir director led the choir and congregation in solemnly singing the second verse of “Good Christian Men Rejoice”…
Ox and ass before Him bow, and He is in the manger now…
(Please note: that should be the first – and last – profane word on my blog, mild or otherwise
And “Good King Wenceslas?” Really? What kind of a name is Wenceslas? Actually, now that I think about it, it might make a rather excellent name for a pet someday. Perhaps a turtle.
(Incidentally, Bing Crosby’s version is my favorite, because he doesn’t say “Wince-less” like most of us do. He sings “Wince-is-sloss.” And it makes me laugh. Okay, here, you should probably just take a listen, instead of depending on my pathetic phonetics.
Furthermore, I also love how we pronounce cruel and fuel, “Cru-ell”, and “Fue-ell”. But… why? The world may never know.