Friday, December 26, 2008

Little Anya and the lure of the 7ths...

Just to recapitulate, Pappaa has been playing the guitar to her ever since she has been inside her Mammaa. Ofcourse during those days it was not clear to him if her increased activity were really jumps of joy or a reflex for an escape! Over a period of time it did get reassuring for him that she liked the sound of the guitar. Infact, once, she did manage to go to sleep with the guitar in the background when she was a few months old.

Now however, Little Anya regularly requires her Pappaa to play the guitar for her. Usually, the hint comes in the form of a constant repetition of the word 'gitar' . It could be her usual nursery rhymes, her favourite one has been the Swedish version of 'Baa baa black sheep'.
Her 'anthem song' keeps changing all the time, one day her Pappa was telling her Mammaa about the beauty of the 7ths on the guitar.How they sounded so good and how the musicians liked them so much and so on.
Ever since then Little Anya's anthem song is just an arpeggio version of the C7 chord. She likes it so much that once her Pappa starts playing it, she starts jumping. Needless to say, her jumping frenzy is solely born by the master bed. While, her parents are assured of its IKEA quality, they are still a bit concerned about the regular shellacking it gets at her hands.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Dear baby Jesus, how tiny thou art.I'll make a place, for thee in my heart...

Gdday folks! Little Anya wishes you a Merry Christmas ! Santa has been visiting Little Anya several times already and in many diverse forms ! The latest gift she got was the moving elephant small enough for her to play with !
Little Anya also wishes you all a very happy new year and hopes and prays that the coming times bring peace and joy to one and all.. she earnestly appeals everyone to disregard all the differences and share the Lord's peace.
and finally, 'Blessed are the ones who sit on a pin, for they are sure to rise!' Amen !


The Star Carol

Long years ago,on a deep winter night. High in the heavens,a star shone bright.

While in the manger,a wee baby lay.Sweetly asleep,on a bed of hay.

Jesus our lord,was that baby so small.Lay down to sleep,in a humble stall.

Then came the star,and it stood over head.Shedding its light,'round his little head.

Dear baby Jesus,how tiny thou art.I'll make a place,for thee in my heart.And when the stars,in the heavens I see.Ever and always,I'd think of thee...