Your Score: The Frog

That frog has wings!

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My goodness golly, you're right. *big eyes* Whoda thunk?

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John has come to Gabriel with Hickey, with whom he knows Gabriel has conversed in a deep and friendly manner. He is grinning now that he has kept this small secret from him – a gift that he can now offer as happy surprise. He is glad to be here with Hickey, for that will increase all their pleasure. He’s memorised this one for him and, cheered by the addition of scotch to their excursion, is prepared to sing very well, his voice richer for the cleansing liquor. Gabriel. He knows that he was there, at the birth of Christ, and he has thought carefully about which to sing him, because he knows how Gabriel loves his Father, and that he feels keenly and perfectly the wonder of that gift and birth from Him. Finally he finds one with what he hopes is just the right tone of joy, innocence and, above all, appreciation, and Gabriel is there too, in the song, with salutations of his clear and certain… love. He pitches the beginning tone in his warm tenor in which he has sung to Gabriel before.

Hickey has spoken with Gabriel before, and he's glad to be doing this for him, and with John. He still hasn't been able to figure quite what to make of Gabriel; there's something about him, and Hickey has his suspicions--the kind he gets sometimes with guys that are far beyond the ordinary, partly, but this is something even bigger still, something he doesn't know quite what to think of--but when it comes down to the line, what he knows is that Gabriel's been a good guy for talking, and Hickey likes the sense he gets from him. His voice won't be nearly as warm as John's--he's far more used to belting in bar's, particularly at Harry's, just as... well, just as always--but it's not half-bad, he figures, and what matters is the being there, and the song... Whatever, precisely, it might mean.

John beams at Hickey just before they begin. Simply singing with him is cause for happiness. His voice is warm. The whole situation is warm and John feels right and good inside.

'Tis the day, the blessed day,
On which our Lord was born,
And sweetly do the sunbeams gild,
The dew bespangled thorn.
The birds sing through the heavens clear,
The breezes gently play,
And song and sunshine lovely,
Begin this Holy Day.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Noel, Noel, Noel,
Now hear the salutation
Of Angel Gabriel

In a humble feeding trough,
Within a lowly shed,
With cattle at His Infant feet,
And shepherds at His head,
The Savior of this sinful world,
In innocence first lay,
And wise men made their off'ring,
Upon a Holy Day.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Noel, Noel, Noel,
Now hear the salutation
Of Angel Gabriel

He will save the perishing,
Will waft the sighs to heav'n.
Of guilty men, who truly seek,
And weep to be forgiv'n
And Intercessor still He shines,
And men to Him should pray,
Before His alter meekly,
Upon this Holy Day.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Noel, Noel, Noel,
Now hear the salutation
Of Angel Gabriel

Flowers, we see, bloom fair again,
Though all their life seems shed.
Thus we shall rise to life once more,
Though numbered with the dead.
Then may our station be near Him
To whom we worship pay.
And offer hearty praises,
Upon this Holy Day.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Noel, Noel, Noel,
Now hear the salutation
Of Angel Gabriel

Hickey and John are Caroling for their friends.

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