For the sixth gift of infant Christmas and infant gave to me a rebirthed minisode from 2015 called The Ghost of Christmas Past.

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So, okay, next slide, last Sunday I sang at a big Multi-denominational Christmas concert at our

Steak Centre. This is the third year my state has hosted a two hour well attended Christmas

Shindig with full-on applause in the chapel. It was wild, there were an impressive number

of Christian denominations represented probably 10, including us Mormons.

I'm a classically trained singer, so I sang with a classically trained baritone, a classical

version of angels we have heard on high, in French.

It was very classical, in French, in elegant, in classical, with high notes and coloratura,

and then I sat down to a schmorgasborg of ecumenical delight.

There were bagpipes, a flute core, various vocal ensembles, this

horrid jazzy euphonium version of that horrid, and Mary did you know song with.

At one point, one denomination had us all singing a Christmas version of Leonard Cohen's

hallelujah. It was so fun, and like I said, it was wild and totally unmoremon.

For me, the most memorable act of the night, I think had to be this Methodist congregation's

offering. I think that was the Methodists I didn't keep my program. Anyway, a young lady was

with this very nice voice, was singing Amy Grant's Christmas pop song Breath of Heaven,

which is fine, whatever. And well, I mean, it's kind of a creepy song to me because Breath of Heaven

is like the Holy Ghost, and it kind of sounds like a suggestive plea from Mary to the Holy Spirit

that overcame her if you know what I mean. But now that I've ruined that song for you, in case

it wasn't already ruined, let me come to the point. On the stand next to the podium where this girl

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