Merry Christmas but what's that tune?
|Rene Levesque Park, Montreal|
The tree is beautiful, the turkey delicious and there's snow outside. We've had mince pies and to all intents and purposes it looks like Christmas. Out come the carol sheets and we settle down for a sing-song by the fire. But what's this? Oh Little Town of Bethlehem sounds like some sort of crooner's song from the 50s and not like a carol at all.
|An icing sugar-frosty day in our neighbourhood.|
That's because we are singing Canadian tunes and not British ones. Never mind. O Come All Ye Faithful, Hark the Herald Angels and The First Nowell are all bang on.
Then whoops, one of my favourites, It Came Upon A Midnight Clear appears to be some sort of dirge instead of the beautiful tune I am used to.
|Frosty Notre Dame de Grace.|
Do I just keep quiet and join in the spirit of Christmas by singing the Canadian version. Do I heckers like, as we say in Blighty. I disgrace myself again by mentioning that I prefer the English version and thinking about it, I might have mentioned that the Queen sings my version too. I really am shameless. Even at Christmas.
|Frost makes everything beautiful.|