When it comes to singing, I subscribe to the Buddy the Elf approach: “The best way to spread Christmas Cheer is singing loud for all to hear.”
So, yesterday I donned a Santa cap and, with about two dozen other lawyers at the firm, engaged in our annual holiday singalong. We remember and honor two of our departed partners who loved the singalong, perform for a roomful of absurdly supportive colleagues and friends, and belt out favorites like The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late) and I’m Getting Nuttin’ For Christmas, as well as new parody songs with lyrics deftly penned by one of our talented partners.
When you only sing out loud once a year, it takes a while to really hit your stride . . . if you even have a stride. There’s a musical concept called a key — I think that’s the right word — that you have to figure out, and it takes some searching and a few songs to find the right range. I usually realize I’m singing in the wrong key when the high notes come out like more of a high-pitched screech; then I overcompensate and end up in a key where the low notes come out with an earthquake-like rumble. This is why no one who has any kind of singing talent wants to stand next to me at these annual performances.
Our little singing group will never be mistaken for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, but we make up for our overall lack of talent with enthusiasm and sheer volume. And Buddy is right: It’s fun and it always puts me in a good holiday mood.