Everyone Has Secrets

They aren’t all nefarious.

Most are silly or stupid. Some are weird.

I just spent the last half hour translating Jingle Bells into Latin.

I stopped because, why would I do this. What purpose would it serve? Will I be singing Jingle Bells in Latin for anyone in my future?

No. I will not.

Well, I might.

But still.

Knowing how to sing Jingle Bells in Latin is not normal. It is not something the average person goes out of their way to learn.

So, wtf, me.

Then I remembered, my mom used to sing Jingle Bells to me when I was little. She sang it in Latin. I was, obviously, missing my mom.

And now I am thinking about secrets.

How many people knew my mom could sing Jingle Bells in Latin?

Why did my mom know how to sing Jingle Bells in Latin?

At what time in her life did she think, “Hey, this is a thing I need to know how to do,”

Was it for a Christmas performance at church? Possibly.

Probably.

Did she sing it for anyone else?

Did I ever tell her it stuck?

Did she know, by singing that song to me, that way, she was planting some sort of weird mental seed and I’d be sitting in my living room some day and the earworm stuck in my head would be, Tinniat, tinniat, tintinnabulum?

I’m the weird old lady and it’s all my mom’s fault. Her and her secret knowledge of Latin.