I spent 8 hours listening to Christmas songs in a car and I have some questions
We drove back from Georgia on Saturday. 550 miles - 7 1/2 hours - 1 stop. Nothing but holiday songs on satellite radio.
What are the odds that all the angels would be named “Harold”?
“My Favorite Things” I’m told this is a holiday song because “The Sound of Music” is during the Christmas season. Okay I’ll skip over the Nazi Christmas thing and ask ——
How many dog bites and bee stings did people suffer back then? Was it THAT MUCH of a regular thing?
In 1985 there was some uncertainty about whether people in Africa actually knew that it was Christmas, did we ever get a confirmation on that?
Please add any other questions you might have.
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A place I worked at played Christmas music all day starting after Thanksgiving.
The office manager liked a particular artist,
It was Kenny G., all the time.
(Sorry to lengthen your ordeal! 
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I picture a happy, rotund friar .. like Friar Tuck. Was that John Tuck? "Round John" Tuck?
Sir Christopher Lee recorded a truly special rendition of "Drummer Boy".
The level of implied menace in the song makes it one of my favorites.
Ranks right up there with his cover of "Ghost Riders In the Sky".
, the gift that keeps on giving.
help decorate @ the White House? Melania's on strike & or awol..... .....
Will his nose still shine so bright if he's wearing his mask? 
My wife did that yesterday. I was all in my office. Soon, though, she had Alexa play the soundtrack from "Chess."
Could you hum a few bars?
No cell phone...
I used to drive from Wisconsin and Texas alot back then.
I bought an 8-track and a CB.
I would listen to the soundtrack of Fiddler on the Roof over and over. Why? I bought the cassette because I liked every song on the tape and didn't have to deal with skipping over songs. I don't remember listening to anything else.
With that type of thinking, I should have just purchased an 8 track of Led Zeppelin II, but I already owned the LP and didn't want to spend my money on something I already owned
Actually, I did call my parents on one trip. I was in a motel in Oklahoma. There was a tornado warning and there was no basement to go to like in Wisconsin. My dad was a meteorologist. I was scared. I called him collect. He was annoyed and told me not to worry about it. So, I worried about it.
Let’s consider it our own Christmas miracle 
... according to the pastor I worked for during my stint as an Office Manager.... 
But we’ve really only started the season. Last Christmas is the one that kills me. 
Was the reindeer driving a Ford F-150?
My parents collected Christmas records from back in the 1960s when some tire store gave away Christmas records every year. Mom had every single one of theirs, plus many more. After the last of their daughters married and moved away from home, they bought a much larger house that had a intercom system.
Dad figured out how to hook his stereo system to the intercom and for Thanksgiving weekend when he thought we should get up - my husband and I would stay with them for the weekend - he'd start playing Christmas songs over the intercom. Then he'd play records all day, every day, all of the weekend. Four days of Christmas music from 8 AM until at least 11 PM, sometimes later.
We once inventoried the records and figured out that if he began playing Christmas albums at 8 AM on Thanksgiving Day and played them for fifteen hours a day, he had enough albums to go through about January 5th.
Finally one summer lightning hit the house and fried his stereo system and the intercom system. It was WONDERFUL! No more Christmas music from dawn till midnight! We could have conversations without having to talk over the holiday music!
He replaced the receiver so he could still play music, but did not replace the turntable. His new receiver came with a CD player so he acquired CDs, but not any Christmas albums. It was heavenly.
