On the eighth day of Christmas we...
As I said these will be at random so get used to it!
I look to my two best friends, the twins, Snow flake and Snow drop.
We were going to sing in the Crystal City elementary Christmas show case.
We'd been practicing the song ever since Nightmare night!
But here we were one week before the big day, just three talented seven year olds.
I was in a deep blue dress with white snowflakes all over it, and my hair was fixed in a sideways bun, I would be playing my wood guitar and singing.
Snow flake had a blue dress just a bit darker that her skin with white snow flakes as well, we were going for similar outfits, and her long white and teat streaked hair curled down the back, she would be playing Piano and singing.
Snow drop's dress was the opposite of her sisters and her hair was waved and to one side, she would be singing, since she couldn't see to play an interment.
I slowly began strumming the chords of my Guitar, then began singing.
Bold~ Me
Italic~ Snow drop
Underline~ Snow flake
any mix of those three tells you who is singing what.
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshiping God on high.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
As we finished singing, the crowd clapped loudly for us.
We all smiled wide and bowed low.
I ran backstage and hugged my father, who had taught me how to play guitar. "Did you hear daddy! We did it! we did the whole song without messing anything up!" I beamed.
"I did hear princess, now how does some celebratory... Peanut-butter-choco-chunk cookies sound?!" He asked twirling me around, I laughed and nodded.
It might've been simple but I loved it when Christmas's were just simple.
Simple as a Dimple, which I have!