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Personal/Musical: Wrapping Presents and The Gloucester Wassail

Doing a little last-minute wrapping of presents I grabbed yesterday for the nieces and such. I got to do a surprising bit of shopping yesterday, first with Dan after we picked up Anna at school, and then with Amy on a Sam's Club run while Dan was putting the kids down. Being a little more "landlocked" downtown and living without a car, I've not been so exposed to the wonders of bulk warehouse shopping of the sort one can do at Sam's and such places. But I saved a lot of money on a couple of my regular supply purchases by buying the jumbo sets. Now I just need another closet.

Out the window, I'm overlooking the Marquette campus slowly being buried in snow, with the pink glow of streetlights being partially smothered by the thick snowfall. I'm a bit – well, not really nervous as much as the more neutral "watchful" – about the storm outside, and whether this might interfere with things tomorrow. Last year I missed Christmas for coming down with the flu at the stroke of midnight as the 23rd passed into Christmas Eve. And given that there was a major ice storm that made the interstate highways very dangerous, the Chicagoland contingent of the family didn't make it to the Sweeney clan gathering in Madison, either. I'm hoping that the weather outside, though frightful, doesn't give us a repeat of that.

Present wrapping has been going much better for me this year, as that's usually an exercise in humiliation for me. So I am all sorts of disproportionately proud of myself for having produced something other than my usual oddly lumpy, asymmetrical packages. Grace and Haley are getting the game "Sorry Sliders" that they've been wanting for some time, and Sophie is getting a Yo Gabba Gabba sing-along microphone that looks like the character Foofa, who she loves, and who she dressed as this last Halloween. I, on the other hand, know nothing about Yo Gabba Gabba or Foofa or any of that sort of child television programing, so I'm entirely indebted to Leslie for the inside scoop on what the girls are asking for. Good thing they don't have the run of the internet yet so I can jot these things down.

Also like last year, I'm realy enjoying listening to the rough album we recorded of Christmas music in high school, especially some of those songs you don't hear all that much. I still seem to especially love – just as I did when singing it as a teenage – the version we did of "the Gloucester Wassail," which seems to have slightly slippery lyrics, given all the slight variations I've seen on the internet.
The Gloucester Wassail

Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Dobbin, and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
And a good Christmas pie that may we all see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Broad May and to her broad horn
Pray God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink unto thee!

Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
And we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all!

Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in!
Tags: family, friends-marquette era, musical, personal

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