Oh, how my aunts loved this guy! Back when everyone was still alive, and the whole family gathered for Christmas at their house–that wonderful house, that the orcs tore down this year–you’d never fail to find them watching Andre Rieu on TV. So I can’t listen to his music without my heart being filled with loving memories.
So Aunt Joan is the last one left, still in the nursing home, unable to show a sign of taking any notice: and this one’s for her. Patty and I, my dear, we will remember for you.
Very good, that is the spirit of Christmas, the music and your writing this post!
Absolutely magnificent. I had never heard this version, but I will hear if again and again.
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Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus, and tingling bells don’t quite get it; this posting does!
The fourth word of the next to the last line was typed “jingling,” not “tingling.” That error is worth a lump of coal. Bituminous coal.