This is the season that I dread,
When autumn chills turn leafy forests red.
Visions of winter concerts fill my head,
And haunt my dreams at night in bed.
My choir sets serious scores and texts aside,
And turns to drab banalities of Christmastide.
The great majestic works in which we pride,
We put away and practice on “Sleigh Ride.”
The Tallis is already good to go,
The Bach will be within a week or so –
Music that helps my students learn and grow –
But now it’s time to work on “Let It Snow.”
When I must hear or sing of silver bells,
I think that it must be my funeral knell,
And when kids’ voices with “White Christmas” swell,
I know that I am in musicians’ hell.
We could, of course, work only on the lays,
Chorales, and carols of the great feast day,
The works of Palestrina or Fauré:
These might my musical chagrin allay.
But then, the truth that I must now admit,
Is that my students like the Christmas hits –
The very ones that I think are base shit –
And though their attitude does not acquit
Vapidity of musicality,
I must remind myself that I can see
Their point – that silly as a song may be,
Value is not only in profundity.