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FELIZ NATAL TO ALL MY READERS!

Show is dragging me away from the computer and stacking furniture against the door for the festive season, so I hope you both have a good holiday, and here is a beautiful piece of Christmas music, which I and my male voice choir are battering into a rough-hewn masterpiece on Wednesday evenings - goosebumps optional.


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david santos said…
Olá M C Ward,
Bom trabalho, parabéns.

Tem um bom final de 2007 e um bom ano de 2008.
david santos said…
Sorry,

Good work, thank you.

I wish you a good end of 2007 and a good year of 2008.
Clark said…
Joyeux Noel, er , feliz navidad . . you know what I mean damnit.
No Good Boyo said…
Exquisite. I hope you'll be wearing a stained tuxedo, in keeping with Welsh tradition. Feliz Natal!
M C Ward said…
Thanks and the same to you (twice), Sr Santos, and to you Rotus, and lastly but not leastly to the boy Boyo. As for the tuxedo, I'll do whatever it takes...
Jerry Verdugo said…
I sincerely hope you manage to avoid a kicking this Christmas, you loud-mouthed Valleyman. I'm concerned for your welfare, you see...
El Gringo Vasco said…
um...I'm sure that some of those males in the choir are women! and I didn't know that Brazilians bare a striking resemblance to Filipinos!
M C Ward said…
Just to clarify, this IS a choir from the Philippines. Our choir is strictly male, except for a couple of transexuals amongst the first tenors.

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