Here I am driving to work, wondering where all the
snow is. This has been a very unusual year as normally by this time we are knee
deep in snow; trying to find a place to shovel it all. However this year we
have little to no snow. I think our first snow fall was in late November and it
was all of 2cms. As the unusually warm temperature continued, what little snow
we had melted leaving a thin layer of dust and dirt everywhere.
I stare at the barren landscape to each side of me and
think to myself “How am I going to get myself into the Christmas Spirit?” Then
like a sign from Santa Claus himself, my favourite Christmas song starts to
play…Mary’s Boy Child, by Boney M. I start to sing along as it plays…
I remember the first time I ever heard this song; I
was in grade 6. My teacher was Ms. Price; she never married and was obsessed
with Don Johnson. We were in a split 5/6 class in a portable right beside the
playground. On the back of our portable door, Ms. Price had a life sized poster
of Don Johnson. She was the coolest teacher!
We had a Christmas concert coming up and because we
were the oldest in the school she wanted us to be the coolest group to perform.
The next day she brought in a ghetto blaster from home with the Boney M
cassette tape and played it for us. She had all kinds of instruments on the
table at the back of the room. We were all pretty excited to get started!
I remember my friend got to play the triangle and of
course because she was playing one I wanted to play one as
well. But there was only one triangle to be played; I got stuck with what I
thought was the worst instrument. To this day I have no idea what it was
called, I just know that it was wooden and I held it in my hands and hit it
together. I remember thinking that this is the lamest instrument ever. But
looking back on it now, I realize that 1) it was the loudest instrument and 2)
I played to the beat of the song…meaning that I had rhythm and could keep a
beat. I should’ve actually felt honoured. I've attached a photo below, but it didn't have the ridges, it was smooth and you just hit the stick thingy (technical term) to the instrument itself.
After a month or two of practicing, we were the best
performance at the Christmas concert. I remember thinking how cool I was
standing there playing that instrument. I also remember getting over the fact
that I was playing that instrument and played throughout the whole song and my
girlfriend who I was jealous of only got one part in the song. Funny how we
think…
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