That's the trouble with spoons! They can dish it out, but they can't take it, and now they've obit the dust, so may they rest in obits and pieces . Each night until Christmas, you'll have to sweet talk your lover to plead for a new set.

"By the light
Of the silvery moon
I wanna spoon
To my honey I'll croon love's tune....."

So, this Christmas Eve, while the rest of us are straining to hear

"On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer and Vixen...."


....Yule be listening with an ear to the skies for

"HI-YO, SI-I-ILVER, AWA-A-A-AY!!!!!!!!"


So best of luck, and may each new spoon be a souper one!