It snowed for the first time last night in Batesville.

Today it’s freezing.

Definitely feels like the holidays (unless you grew up in Florida, Texas or somewhere else warm :).

Here’s an excerpt from a Christmas poem, Twas the Day of the Concert, we just got done putting together.

We’re not selling it, but we are giving it away…

Here are the first two stanzas:

Twas the day of the concert when all through Sue’s house,
The sound of her reed making was waking her spouse.
And the noise from her scraping and clipping and crowing,
Was causing the pain in his head to keep growing.

He said, “Don’t you think you could stop for a minute?
I keep having this dream and your reed tools are in it.
The knife keeps on yelling it’s taken for granted,
The cane tells old stories ’bout the day it was planted…

You can read the rest when you order our new sightreading guide, Play It Right The First Time, before December 24.