High Tea With the Ladies

Had a great show last night here at Second Reformed in Pella.

Every December they have an event called "High Tea" where all the women of the church are invited to dress in their Christmas best, enjoy a cultural show, and then eat a wonderful meal. Only women allowed!

Well, for whatever reason, they invited me to share my poems this year. They also invited our church organist, Kris DeWild, to play Christmas selections on her harp since she's a fantastic harpist. (Is harpist a word? It's surely not harpie . . . nope, just looked it up on dictionary.com. Harpie / Harpy is a winged death-spirit best known for constantly stealing all food from Phineas. Who Phineas is, I have no idea. But he must be fairly hungry at this point.)

Let me make this perfectly clear. As far as I've ever heard, this event is known for being a pretty fancy-smancy event. And this year they invited me to share my silly poems at it.

Just to be on the safe side, Kris and I decided to alternate between songs and poems just like Kyle and I do when we do a Morgan Valley Social Club show.

Well, my nervous fears proved worthless, because we had a great time. The crowd laughed at all the right places, Kris' harp playing brought a few to tears. And overall, I'd say it was one of my better poetry shows in a while. Plus, I got a great meal!

I have a few weeks off here before I do a couple benefits in January.

I'll be doing a poetry show as a fundraiser in Sully for the Christian school there. It looks like Jonah's Wale and I will also be doing a benefit for an old youth student of ours from Rock Valley, IA named Justin Bousema.

Justin is a fantastic guy, and we loved having him in youth. He went on to seminary up in Sioux Falls, and a while back was diagnosed with Aplastic Anemia. When they called the other night to see if we wanted to help out, I jumped at the chance, and Troy, being a Rock Valley guy himself, jumped on as well. So that show will be coming towards the end of January, I believe.

Have a great Christmas! Till next time,

Jason