If you think you’re sick of hearing “Deck the Halls,” try singing it fifty-seven times while looking like it’s the most festive, exciting thing you’ve ever had the privilege to sing. I didn’t keep a tally of how many times I sang “Silent Night” this season, but I believe it hit triple digits. (And if you count it by the number of times I went through the tune, which means three times per run ’cause we’d sing three verses, it definitely got into triple digits.) If I never have to sing “We Three Kings” again in my life, I will still feel I’ve lived a full life.

The weird thing is that I still love Christmas music. I’m just tired of singing it. I think a high tolerance to Christmas music is a requirement for a choral singer.

Having discharged my holiday duties as a singer, and nearly done with my duties as a postgrad (ha!), I depart today for Dublin via a long and convoluted route: Hattiesburg, Mississippi, then New York. I will bring my computer and will probably check mail once a day, but I won’t blog.

I will Twitter like a fiend, however. Follow me (DixieNomad) across the country, 140 characters at a time, if you’re so inclined.

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