When I was a little girl, one of my daffy desires was to become a singer. I was convinced I'd be the next Britney Spears or something. So one year around Christmas time, my twin sister and I hosted a Holiday concert for my parents. We were given recorders as gifts and figured this would be a great way to show off our new "skills."

While Kayla played a six year old's version of "Silent Night" on the recorder, I sang the popular tune. There was just one problem: I was still learning how to read, and struggled with a few lyrics on the page. I asked my mom to tell me what one word was (redeeming), but she only said, "Figure it out." Without skipping a beat, I said "Okay Mom," and continued with the song. The next verse went something like this:

"Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of figure it out,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth
Jesus, Lord at thy birth."

Of course my parents were ruined for the rest of the evening, laughing hysterically at my honest mistake. I believe they even called our aunts and grandparents to tell them the funny story. Needless to say, I never did another private concert for them again.

Merry Christmas!

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