Oh Kat! that is as good or even better than "Yet Another Partridge In a Pear Tree" Ya know, the one where Cynthia Bracegirdle is sent over the edge (literally) by her swain Algernon Smythe's obsession with being literal?

Kudos to Wyoming Woman!

I hope I can get that down in time for our Christmas Eve.

On Christmas eve, when we were kids, Dad used to drive us around while Mom had a lay-down. We would go to see all the decorations and whilst driving about we kids and Dad would sing Christmas Carols. We saved the 12 days for last. We never could get through it without mangling the verses and of course as we grew older we mangled gleefully. At one point or another we would become totally unhinged and have to repair to home for hot chocolate. We would find that while Mom was napping SC had come, Ate the cookies, drank the hot chocolate and left stuff.

It was the best present ever, just to do that riding around enjoying each other's giggles.

CB