We were not allowed to play the recording "Christmas with the Happy Crickets" except for the twelve days of Christmas. This rule went into effect because all three of us LOVED the album as soon as we got it, played it incessantly and went around holding our noses and singing selections from it. They sounded sort of like Alvin and the Chipmunks, only more obnoxious. The worst song (our favorite) started:

Christmas, Christmastime is here,
Time for toys and time for cheer.
We've been good the whole year past --
Hurry, Christmas, hurry fast.
{I) Want a train that loves the loop
_______ wants a hula hoop.
I can hardly stand the wait.
Please, Christmas, don't be late.