May We Sing A Song For YOU?

T’was the day before Christmas, when up to the house…
There walked two young girls, forget the old mouse!

About seven or eight, they clutched in their hands
A sheet with penciled words; there wasn’t a band.

They rang the doorbell, smiling and serene.
My father opened the door; t’was a pair he’d before ne’er seen.

“May we sing a song for you?” they collectively asked. Expecting a carol, my father said “Yes.”

And they proceeded to sing: “We can be anything we want to be, anything. We can be, we can be. We can be anything we want to be.” The refrain continued for about three verses worth of listing of things they could be if they wanted to.

At the end of the song, my father sort of expected a request for a cookie, or a donation, or something. The girls, instead, stated they had written the song themselves, and admitted, “We can’t sing very well. We can’t carry a tune in a bucket. But we’re having fun.” With that, they marched back to the street to head for the neighbor’s house.

What a time of year for such a wondrous thought. I can be anything I want. Brings to mind a passage written by Paul “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” You know, the girls weren’t half wrong. Through Him, we can be anything He wants us to be!

Hope your Christmas brought you some cheer.

Are there any of those fudge Santas left?

Dr. G