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Aerden [userpic]
A Performance Date!

Voice Lesson: I will be singing three solo Christmas carols at Lights in the Heights on Saturday, December 9 from 8-9pm. The first two hours of this event will be performances by children, and adults will perform during the third hour. This is not true of the whole event, by the way, just true of the students in my teacher's studio.

Yes, I would rather sing than go gaming. (g) Anyway, any of you living in the Houston area who wish to come are welcome to. I'll have more details (such as the address) next week. In the meantime--I'll be practicing, practicing, practicing.

Note to self: I really must educate my voice teacher about cool medieval songs.

Shopping: I bought the Christmas gift for my niece and nephew this evening. Now I just have to wrap and mail it. I bought myself a couple of sweaters, because I figure I'll need them this weekend and over the next few days. It's cold outside!

Work: My cubicle is now decorated for Christmas. I put some greenery garland up, along with Christmas tree ornaments shaped like lutes and harps. I've also got a small wreath put up. I'll post cellphone pictures later.

Movie: Viv--Mark and I are going to see The Fountain tomorrow night. I can't wait! I wound up not seeing The Constant Gardener, so I'm really looking forward to this, even if Ralph Fiennes isn't the male lead.

"He Is Born, The Divine Christ Child"

He is born, the divine Christ Child.
Greet Him with gaily resounding pipe and drum.
He is born, the divine Christ Child.
Join in song, for the Lord has come.
Prophets wise had foretold His birth,
Pledging peace to all men on earth.
Filled with hope, men began to pray,
'Til His coming this happy day.
He is born, the divine Christ Child.
Greet Him with gaily resounding pipe and drum.
He is born, the divine Christ Child.
Join in song, for the Lord has come.

Il Est Ne

Il est ne, le divin Enfant,
Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes;
Il est ne, le divin Enfant;
Chantons tous son avenement!

Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous le promettaient les Prophetes;
Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous attendions cet heureux temps. Chorus

Ah! qu'il est beau, qu'il est charmant,
Que ses graces sont parfaites!
Ah! qu'il est beau, qu'il est charmant,
Qu'il est doux le divin Enfant! Chorus

Une etable est son logement,
Un peu de paille, sa couchette,
Une etable est son logement,
Pour un Dieu, quel abaissement! Chorus

O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Tout petit enfant que vous etes,
O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Regnez sur nous entierement! Chorus

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

What Child is This

What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies he in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The babe, the son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: "Il Est Ne"

"What Child is This" is one of my favorite carols.

I live in Indiana, so Houston is a bit far to drive. Anyway, good luck with your solos. I wish I could come.

By the by, I honestly did not know before now that "Good King Wenceslas" had more than one verse. I've only ever heard the first one.