Today’s song is “Un Flambeau, Jeanette Isabella,” a typically dance-like carol from Renaissance Provençe. The tune is pretty, the words are charming, and so it makes a good transition into Christmas from Advent.
I’ve pretty much done that. We’re through with all the big music for Christmas now, I have skipped most of the parties I was invited to, the house is decorated, the shopping is done, the menus are decided and all but the perishable foods are ready. I have cleaning, cooking, and baking to do, but festive feelings are creeping up on me.
The song is charming in either language, and well suited both to complex harmonies and to happy solo singing around the house. The Baby in this song is clearly a real baby, and the sentiments are suited to babies, not to majestic messiah. This is not the One who has come to end hunger and injustice in the world — or, if people know that it is He, they are not expecting anything much till the baby has a chance to rest up and grow up. Mary, too.
You can also sing these new words by Ken Bible if you don’t care for the idea of French villagers welcoming Jesus with cake:
Love has come, a light in the darkness!
Love explodes in the Bethlehem skies.
See, all heaven has come to proclaim it.
Hear how their song of joy arises:
Love! Love! Born unto you, a Savior!
Love! Love! Glory to God on high!
Love is born! Come share in the wonder.
Love is God now asleep in the hay.
See the glow in the eyes of His mother.
What is the name her heart is saying?
Love! Love! Love is the name she whispers.
Love! Love! Jesus, Immanuel.
Love has come, He never will leave us!
Love is life everlasting and free.
Love is Jesus within and among us.
Love is the peace our hearts are seeking.
Love! Love! Love is the gift of Christmas.
Love! Love! Praise to You, God on high!
So how was my week? I averaged more than 5,000 steps a day in spite of a day full of class and meetings and a day full of knitting and lolling about. I also got in 40 hours on the computer at only slightly lower than average productivity, in spite of all the meetings.