I don’t get people. I really don’t.
This afternoon I was out at one of our Red Kettles – playing my guitar and singing Christmas / Holiday songs. (I do this because I really can’t stand the sound of the bells, the bells, bells, bells, the ringing of the bells…)
At one point I was singing the song Glory in the Highest by A. P. Cobb. Now, I grant you that this isn’t one of the more popular ones, but neither is it completely obscure. As I was singing along a toothless old woman came by, dropped in a few coins into the kettle and then grabbed me by the arm – at which point I was rather forced to stop strumming the guitar. She leaned right up close to me and said, “You’re supposed to be playing Christmas songs!” (I thought for a moment there was going to be a repeat of this incident…)
“It is a Christmas song,” I protested.
“No it’s not,” she said as she walked towards the door. “Not one of the old ones.”
(It was first published in 1893.)