My father. LOATHED. This song. There are no words. The kids (and - TopicsExpress



          

My father. LOATHED. This song. There are no words. The kids (and HIS kids) Caroled every year. EVERY year we ended at my house. EVERY year we ended with this song. EVERY year he SLAMMED THE DOOR. True story. One Christmas, in our 20s, my brother gave him a lovingly homemade CD set. The 12 days of Christmas. FIFTY SEVEN versions. My dad was apoplectic. Baby girl visited in 2005 and asked him for four minutes. He sat through it (ok, I pushed him back into his chair at .10) At the end he smiled (remember my Dad put Pavoratti to shame).... ... And he smiled.... Those boys? Those boys are clever. https://m.youtube/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 01:49:43 +0000

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