Love, Love, Love At Christmas

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For several years my band, The Second Line Jazz Band, would play a monthly show at a local venue in Round Rock, Texas. One of our most stalwart fans was Gloria Krause. No one would describe Gloria as a "spring chicken", but her spirit was as fresh as any springtime flower you have ever seen.

One evening after the show, Gloria handed me a folded piece of paper with the words to a Christmas poem that she had written. She had titled the poem "Love, Love, Love At Christmas". She asked if I would set the words to music and I agreed that I would do my best.

Gloria's poem sat in one of the innumerable paper piles on my desk for several weeks waiting for my attention. Eventually, the poem worked it's way to the top of my "do something about it" pile and I began the process of fitting words and melody into something that might be called a song. At our next show, I handed Gloria a CD recording and a printed copy of the song. The excitement in her eyes was a more than ample reward for the time I had spent.

The first and only public performance of the song did not come until a few years later. Just before Christmas of last year (2016), The Second Line Jazz Band was asked to perform at a memorial service for Gloria. It was only fitting that Gloria's song should be a part of the memorial. Gloria's effervescent spirit filled the room as everyone joined in singing the words that she had written.

Here is Gloria's song. I hope that you look upon it with favor!




Note: I used the wonderful program, MuseScore, to create both the written music and the recordings. If you are a musician, amateur or professional, you owe it to yourself to find out about MuseScore.

If you would like a copy of Gloria's song, Love, Love, Love At Christmas, you can download it here:

Melody and words only lead sheet

Piano and melody (as in the video)

mp3 file


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