Christmas Caroling...Day 16

There were two high schools in my home town.  One at the north end of town...and then mine on the south side.  We belonged to the same school district and thus, shared a choir teacher.  Maybe at one time...maybe now...each school has it's own choir teacher, but twenty-two years we did not.  Through my hypersensitive teen aged eyes, it always seemed that our cross town arch rivals were the choir teacher's favorite.  We always did a combined Spring Concert and I promise you, they had more songs on the program than what we did.  More songs, songs that were more fun to sing and once they did a song, it was theirs.  No amount of begging or pleading would change Mr. Shared Director's mind.  Of course, if they heard something my choir did and wanted to do it, there was no problem at all.  In light of this information, do you think I was being hypersensitive? 

This was one of the songs that the other school got to do every year at Christmas.  I thought it was one of the prettiest songs I'd ever heard.  I still do...that's why it made the list.   Here are the lyrics:

No golden carriage, no bright toy. No snowy bunting for one small boy.

No crimson roses, no marble chair.  Only the starlight on shining hair.

No crystal palace, no warm bed.  No downy pillow to grace your head.

No bridled horses, no great feast; only the straw and the scent of beast.

Here in this room, only a stall; shepherd and sheep, manger so small.

Mother quite near. Father close by. 

Soft rushing wind like angels winging thro' the sky.

No golden carriage, no bright toy.  No snowy bunting for one small boy.

No crimson roses, no marble chair. Only the starlight on shining hair.

No crystal palace, no warm bed; No downy pillow to grace your head.

Only the manger, stars above.  Only the straw 'neath the Gift of Love.