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Rudolf and Lola

I sang Rudolf with 7 yr old Lola this Christmas Eve. 

She knew the song, and i have a hunch, she knew the meaning, and the many meanings. 

As she sang she kept looking at her brightly lit christmas tree in her cozy living room, maybe trying to fathom what the excluded Rudolf may have felt till Santa came to its rescue! Her dad looked on with pride and sang along in reindeer tune ;-)

 Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose.And if you ever saw him, you would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names.They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve  
Santa came to say:"Rudolph with your nose so bright,  won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history!

 And then she wrote the lyrics of the song for me in clear graphite long hand - coz i barely remembered them, and she seemed to have felt them. I sang the song again, pouring over each curve of each word she had written. And then she went to bed. Safe and assured of a Santa visit.

 She wanted to go to the midnight mass, instead I attended.

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