Sometimes – very rarely, but it does happen – you find the exactly the right gift for someone. Something thoughtful, appropriate, unique, personal; something that will evoke memories and bring a smile every time they look at it.
This was one of those gifts. (Hard to get a good shot of it without glare - sorry.)
It was presented to me maybe ten years ago by my choir in Pennsylvania, the year we tackled Craig Courtney’s “A Musicological Journey through the Twelve Days of Christmas” – wherein each verse progresses, in historical order, through musical periods (the first day of Christmas is set like a Gregorian chant, and by the twelfth you wind up in a mashup of The Stars and Stripes Forever – with stops along the way to visit Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Wagner and Saint-Saens. Brilliant but brutal; I’m still not sure what possessed me that year).
The tree is a paper cutout representing the twelve days of Christmas – the twelve drummers comprise the fundament and the partridge is the crown. The red batik-fabric background was dyed by one of the altos. Another alto’s gallery took care of the matting and frame.
I get a warm fuzzy every single year when I put it out.
A big shoutout to my UU homies back in Meadville
I miss you guys.
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