"Let's write a holiday record," he said, and suddenly, like curious memories, there were tunes-- humming along like they'd been there for years. Words mysteriously strung themselves together: "velvet train," "rose and shine," "tractor wheel and riverside." We woke to jots of musical phrases. We fell asleep asking for the next line. The upright piano sang gentle, lilting songs. We sang along. We smiled.
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Not that it all came in a rush. Some of it we dragged out of us with sweat and a rather magnificent Impatience. Nevertheless, the whole thing seemed to perch, whistle, and tease. If we were impatient, it was because the songs flirted so relentlessly. So-
All the more satisfying now to hear them played back: To listen in on a chorus of friends. To hear the pluck of nylon strings.
Pluck. Pluck. Hum. No small amount of jangle.
Autumn leaned happy, heavy into November. It swelled toward Thanksgiving, it turned the knob on the close of a year.
It winked at us, once, twice, and we played it some music.
It's a small smattering of Ellery's take on holiday songs. We hope you smile. We hope you sing along.
There's a harmony part with your name on it.
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