Anyway, since they're laying around, mostly finished as demos, and waiting to be shared, consider these little Christmas gifts to you. Just click on the song titles below and it should pop up a new window and the mp3:
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Bill wrote this Christmas song while visiting his folks in Colorado. The way he tells it, the whole song took just a couple of hours, and simply poured out of him. Those of us who know Bill love his own very fine version of the song, and we love to sing along the background vocals with him. It's always a highlight of his shows, and there's no question it's one of his best --and best loved-- songs.
So, with gratitude to Bill for allowing me to mess with what was already a fine work, I've added my own touches. It's a great song that evokes the best feelings of the holiday season.
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It seems he was so afraid of being shuffled off into foster care that he made a decision to just keep going to school as if nothing had happened. He fed himself cereal and pizza. When he ran out of food, we went to the store for more. He even cut his own hair. He got himself ready for school each day. And he and tried his best to keep the news away from everyone. He kept his secret for an entire month, until just weeks before Christmas, when family friends finally figured it out.
Something about this story really touched me...something about a little boy who was afraid of getting "lost" in some big system, some big, cold town. That combined with my thinking about how in East Dallas, the homeless shuffle down the streets, the sirens wail long into the evenings, and it's still a rough place to be, even during the holidays.
So, the juxtaposition of that real-world, and the promise of the Christmas story, seemed profound.
If "incarnation" --God coming to earth as a person, the true meaning of Christmas-- means anything, then it's got to mean something on the mean streets too. If God is born into the world, then it's got to be something that happens in the parts of the world that seem "lost" to an outsider's eyes. And it's got to happen in the lives of people that seem lost too.
After all, Jesus was born in a stable, not the Ritz Carleton. So, maybe, despite what we often assume, it happens in those places most of all.
Hope you enjoy the songs, and hope you're having a blessed holiday.
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