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I was excited to see the Joe Rapposo "Sing" on the new album. It's such a sweet and powerful song about self-expression -- "Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing, sing a song." All well and good until the special holiday lyrics pop up: "last the whole year long" "sing of joy for mankind, sing of peace for all time" "the sleighbells jingle in harmony, just hear them ringing along." One of my favourite hymns is "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me." "Sing" is a great song about trusting what your creator has put in you, bringing it out and living your whole life long. The special material added are about invoking some kind of shared belief system, about imposing more than "sing of happy not sad" but some kind of big scale "mankind" and "all-time." "Sing," to me, is about trusting the moment, trusting yourself, and trusting your creator. The added lyrics were designed to make it bigger, more specific, more directive. And as you can tell, they set me off. One song that won't be on my playlist this year, no matter how lovely Ms. Chenoweth's voice and the orchestrations are. I suspect this will bother few other people. But it bothers me.