Finally--FINALLY--my momma's wish to have a piano performing daughter is coming true. She sent me to twelve years of piano lessons. I never got past book two, by my own design. When the playing got hard, this pianist would quit. Then I'd start up again with a different teacher and whip through book one, like a tornadic prodigy, then play through book two and struggle heading into book three before quitting.
After twelve years of lessons, I can only play one song by memory: Winter Wonderland. I can't even play the whole song, for heaven's sake!
No matter, I am pleased to be a part of this annual concert and I'm happy to share my joy with you.
Happy Christmahanukwanzaakah!
