Let it snow

I like to sing, but often don’t know even a third of the words in a song. Fortunately that doesn’t keep me from singing. I make up my own lyrics and will fill in here and there humming and doodle-de-dumming until I reach the chorus, which I can usually belt out with splendor. I’ve taught my daughter Emily every song I know (and don’t know) from camp songs, to show tunes, to 1940’s classics my parents crooned on long car trips across the country.  At Christmastime when the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, we both rise in singing, “De-dum-de-de doodle-do, Let it snow; let it snow; let it snow.”