In the end I opted for some old favourites:
Away in a Manger (or Away in a Mangy Bed as it's known in our house)
O Come All Ye Faithful
Walking in a Winter Wonderland
I painstakingly typed out all the lyrics into a blog post and saved it, in preparation for Hestia's Carol Concert.
The musical recording software was downloaded as a freebie from the intertubes....all I had to do was get the music from the keyboard onto a FLOPPY disc.
Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find a floppy disc these days?!
I rummaged through some plastic bags bulging with assorted cables and connectors that had lain undisturbed in a drawer since The Amstrad was born and lo! a floppy disc was procured.
The keyboard instruction book was unearthed and I patiently read through how to copy a tune. Sonshine watched with silent interest. It seemed simple enough; you basically pressed this button and that button and played your tune and voila! you had a recorded tune.
It took 4 hours of playing, sulking, swearing and finally a LARGE gin and tonic to get the tunes 4 tunes recorded on to the keyboard. Bleary-eyed and feeling distinctly NOT in the Christmas spirit, I decided to leave the loading on to floppy until the following day.
I switched off the machine and wafted through to the lounge to flick through the 'Christmas viewing' in a depressed manner. Wasn't the Christmas telly crap though?
The following day I quickly copied the tunes to the floppy disc....and then realised that a MAC has not got the gubbins to handle a floppy. This meant that I had to go upstairs to my
Nothing is too much trouble for the reader of Hestia's blog.
I snapped the floppy into the dusty drive and loaded up the first tune. I couldn't believe my luck when the little icon appeared in the blog and I excitedly saved and Viewed Blog to see how it was going to perform. Sonshine again stood mesmerised behind me, snapping together bits of Lego and unsnapping them with what I later realised was nervous tension.
'Has it all worked then, mum? he asked, his childish brow creased in concern.
I smiled and clicked triumphantly on the link. The opening bars of Away in a Mangy Bed filled the air and then....stopped.....and some 'music' that can only be described as Single Finger Plinky Plonking sprang forth from the pc's speakers like Philip Glass on speed.
Sonshine began to slink out of the room, one sweating atom at a time as I frantically rewound, replayed and stared in wild-eyed puzzlement at the noise filling the room.
'Do you know anything about this?' I asked rubbing my forehead (in manner of tired teacher at end of v long school day).
'Noooooo.' He shook his head in the negatory manner and then quickly changed it to 'Yes,' accompanied by vigorous nodding. ''Yes, it was me. And I've done it on all of them. By mistake.' By now the snapping and unsnapping of the Lego had built up to express train levels as he contemplated being on the receiving end of his mother's fury yet again.
Well, what with driving up to collect Tertarus from the airport the previous day in the snow and having to invoke the assistance of every God I'd ever heard off for a safe return through the blizzard, I just didn't have the energy to be cross with him at all.
I half-heartedly tried the other tracks and, sure enough, all four tracks started beautifully and then degenerated into white noise as my dear son discovered that you can double record onto the tracks. And erase. But nowhere did the book explain to him How To Erase The Right Bit Of Noise.
He was visibly upset, so I gave him a hug and told him that it didn't matter. 'You can do it again though, can't you?' he asked hopefully. But the musical highlight to the end of Hestia's Blogging Season had met a grisly - and entirely typical - end and I didn't have the heart to go through all the recording again - I'm not the bloody Beatles.
So, dear reader, the carol concert failed to materialise, but you were in my heart all the same. I hope that YOU had a super Christmas and suitably drink-fuelled New Year. May your resolutions still be resolute in the face of left-over mince pies and may 2011 be a wonderful time for us all.
God bless us, every one!
PS - Waldo Pancake winner will be organised next week - my contact at the company has been away on holiday. Lucky blighter.