Sevivon, Sov, Sov, Sov

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(From Persephone)
My grandparents always liked to tell this silly story about me: when I was only two or three, they bragged that I had already memorized all of the Hanukkah blessings and songs in Hebrew, which is no small accomplishment, so they put me in the children's chorus at our synagogue that was doing a Hanukkah sing-along event. My grandparents were always so proud of me for anything I did. So at this point in the story, their eyes would sparkle and they would say "and you were the loudest one there!" Never mind that it's generally a negative quality to be heard individually in a choir. They were just proud of their little girl. At the end of the sing-along, the choir director asked "does anyone want to sing anything else?" At this point, there are two ways this story is told to me: in one, I shouted "Sevivon! Sevivon! Sevivon!" and in the other, I just started singing the song and didn't wait for anyone else to catch up, although the accompaniment did eventually start and the others started singing along midway through. So, I thought it was an appropriate song to sing for our winter holiday service, seeing how I apparently liked it so much when I was small. As if to repeat the story, I had to put the microphone approximately seven feet away from my face so my voice wasn't overpowering on the recording!