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Pure joy.

When I hear this song my heart rejoices. The fact that it’s sung by my niece when she was tiny is one reason. Another is my mother-in-law playing accordion. Yep, good ol’ grandma. Add a delightful glockenspiel, a ridiculously simple yet profound metaphor and it’s a delight to listen to.

According to folklore, Imojjen memorised the words though she couldn’t read them. Apparently, her folks repeated the words and she took them to heart.

Mrs Weaver remembered those old chords as she dug out her father’s squeezebox. I knew he played it. I never knew she did. He was famous for doing so. She ought to be too.

Knowing the background to this song brings more joy.

Cutes vocals, coupled with long accordion notes waltzing through the air, landing with a sweet “Awwwww…”

Today, Imojjen cringes at hearing her little voice. And Mrs Weaver never thinks her playing is any good. But they have made beautiful music.

This song is on high rotation at our place every year. Amidst the typical Christmas crooners, Crobsy and Presley et al, are these two girls who fill my heart with joy.

With this song and in countless other ways.

“Awwwwww…”