December 19, 2011 – 7:32 a.m – I woke up this morning singing “…On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree…”. I have no idea why. And much like the hiccups, the song kept creeping back ALL..DAY…LONG.
To be honest, I have always found this song to be annoying. No disrespect to Frederic Austin, but I just find it rather… blah. There’s not much syncopation, there’s definitely no dissonance, and the lyrics are… well…they’re rather repetitive (stating the obvious I know). In my everyday life I hear “Mommy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY!!!!!” 50 million times a day, so to ALSO have “and a parrrrtridge in a pear tree” floating through my brain at the same time… well, I don’t think it’s hard to see why I’d find it a tad irritating. Not exactly a welcomed way to start the day. But looking back, I’m actually rather grateful for the little partridge – I learned something today.
And here’s what…