I’m a fan of Barbra Steisand. I love musical theatre, was brought up listening to her CDs & watching Hello Dolly. And I’m not ashamed of it.
But Barbra’s Christmas album is particularly close to my heart. I don’t know why, but it’s not Christmas for me without it. This year, however, this CD, that I have been listening to annually for probably twenty years, brought a tear (or few) to my eye. For the first time, I truly understood this song.
And I can think of no better way to share how I feel each morning, though bleary eyed, when I see Baby Girl’s head pop up over the side of the cot, her toothy grin beaming up at me as I enter the room; how truly happy she is just because I’ve walked in the room & how no matter how tired I might be how happy her bouncing up & down as she grips the side of the cot makes me; than to share this song with you.
It’s true. It really is different when it’s your own.
The best gift
That I ever got
Didn’t really weigh a lot
It didn’t have a ribbon ’round
And it sometimes made the terrible sound.
The best of all it seems to me,
It wasn’t ‘neath the christmas tree
And yet, I guess I’d have to say
That it made all the other presents twice as gay.
The best gift that I’ve ever known
I’d always wanted most to own
Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice
I never thought it could be so nice.
The best gift
That I’ll ever get
Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet
Was usually pink but oftentimes red
And it lay so innocently in it’s bed.
The best gift of the year to me,
The one I hold most dear to me,
A gift that simply drove me wild
Was a tiny new born child.