19 December 2005
Today was the annual "Christmas Sing" at my kindergartener's elementary school. (Apparently they're still allowed to call it that.) Each grade in turn shuffled onto the stage in the auditorium and sang a couple of songs while assorted parents and small siblings looked on. We were treated to such Christmas classics as "Do You Wanna Rock at the North Pole" and "Boogie-Woogie Reindeer," among others. (The titular boogie-woogie reindeer is Blitzen, in case you're not familiar with that one.) Each time the audience applauded, Peach smiled and waved her arms like crazy because she thought they were clapping for her.
Any time you have elementary-school children singing, there's bound to be some deviation from standard pronunciation; the kindergarten, for example, favored us with "Rude-off the Red-Nosed Reindeer." However, the local dialect rendered "Frosty the Snowman" - sung by the fourth-graders, if I recall correctly - particularly entertaining. In their version, Frosty had a corn-cob pipe and a "buh-un" nose ("t" sound completely replaced by a glottal stop), and was said to be a "fairy-tell" instead of a "fairy-tale." I've lived in this area for ten years, and I cannot get used to that.
No, this doesn't have anything to do with my MA. Whaddya want? I'm on vacation.