I know November is only just a few days in, but for some reason this is on my mind:
"Hark, The Herald Angels Sing".
I get that the town crier commenting is asking people to listen. But technically, shouldn't the phrase be "Harp - The Herald Angels Sing"??
We have always been led to believe (in Christian circles anyhow) that angels spend their days in long white robes plucking harps. While that has always been the travel brochure used to get both the faithful and the sinners onboard, I personally would prefer shorts, a tank top, and a sandy beach for my eternity. Give me a ukelele, keep your heavy, awkward harp thanks very much.
Hark? Sounds like a dog with a cold...
Harp? I think that would be much more appropriate...
Just my thoughts folks - don't feet your underwear in a knot...
Later!
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3 comments:
Ya, I am with you. I would prefer a beach with a swim-up bar, sunshine 24 hours a day, everyday, slot machines, live music with NO harps! No hark needed. How about "Hey! The angels ..."
Screw harps - give me a poker table or a slot if you want me in!!
Okay then, I will arrange that!
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