the best of misheard lyrics

On our way to Lily's bi-weekly Brownie Girl Scout meeting last night, I was subjecting her to some of my music -- stuff I grew up with. And, in just another way I'm pretty lucky:  our music compatibility is pretty high and she rarely complains about what I choose for us to listen to.

One of my favorite songs is "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" by John Parr, and I play it quite often while I'm sitting at my computer, working out, cleaning the house, etc., etc. I'm not sure how it has happened that Lily's never heard it before tonight.

Or, maybe she has, but was never actively trying to listen to the lyrics.

Anyway, the song is playing, I'm driving along, enjoying the tune and feeling uplifted (and singing along) as always. Then, Lily pipes up from the backseat.

"Hey, Mom? Did that just say 'Santa's nose is on fire'?"


...I am never going to experience that song the same way ever again. It's been forever changed for me. In a good --no, in the best -- way. Now it's going to make me smile even harder when I hear it.



Forget Rudolph. Santa's nose is on fire. Heh.

truth.

We may shine, we may shatter,

We may be picking up the pieces here on after,

We are fragile, we are human,

And we are shaped by the light we let through us.

We break fast, 'cause we are glass.

~Glass by Thompson Square