Holly Aho at Soldier’s Angel has been posting a Christmas song of the day.
With no offense meant to the holiday or the tune, the song of the day at MY house is “The Straw Carol.” I don’t know all the words. I found some of them at MHSAA Forum.
Straw is yellow, straw is soft.
Who’s that baby lying in the loft?
Straw made a bed on the manger floor,
The shepherds came to worship and adore.
No room in the inn, the innkeeper said,
But Mary and Joseph needed a bed.
Go to the stable if you’re tired and worn,
And there in the Manger baby Christ was born.
Herrod said to his wisest men,
A King’s been born in Bethlehem.
Find that child whatever you do,
I want to go there and worship to.
There was a bridge that started out: The angels sang of peace on earth. I can’t remember the rest of it.
Anyway we were laughing about “straw is yellow, straw is soft.” I’ve sat and crawled on straw and it’s not soft. It may be softer than rocks, but so are many other things much less prickly.
We’re adopting, “Straw is yellow. Straw is soft.” as our bywords for things which are a bit strange. Someone said something in the car today, I don’t know what, and I said, “Well, yes, straw is yellow.” “Straw is soft,” came the response from the backseat.