18 December 2012
Standing proud she waited, Nerves beginning to bubble, Had she put enough work in? Was this the start of trouble?
She took a deep breath, And started to sing it, She knew her lines, No need to wing it.
Beautifully they rose, Each note that she sang, Floating ever upwards, Through the heavens they rang.
A voice as smooth as silk, Tears brought to my eyes, Always remembered, No matter your size.
Old and young both, Enjoying the night, As she finished, Not a dry eye in sight.
Standing proud she waited, Wearing her Christmas apparel, She had sung so well, My best friend, Carol!
Carols/Songs • Opuss № I