On the Twelfth Day: Twelve Frosty Frostys

Continuing the theme of early (as in kids) Christmas music…

Paul and I slept on the floor of Kara's nursery the Christmas my immediate family traveled from their home in South Florida to celebrate with us. The first morning we woke in her room, Kara was laying in her crib, singing softly to herself. As we listened, we were surprised to realize that our 14-month-old baby was singing a real song. Because her intonation was perfect, we recognized the tune; her lyrics, not quite so perfect but perfectly charming, were:

"Br-ossie (obviously her 14-month-old attempt at 'Frosty') na no ma
huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh..."

and so on. She was not yet aware that we were in her room, so we stifled our over flowing joy and delight so as not to interrupt. When she did finally see us, the song ended and the day began. But for a few moments that cold Christmas morning, Paul and I were Kara's first audience. I doubt there has ever been an audience more appreciative in all the years since.