We’ve been invited out to dinner on Christmas Day.  There will be music.  We are to bring the banjo and the fiddle and maybe even the lap steel.

I was begged to bring the karaoke machine and both microphones.  And the amplifier.

(I knew there was a reason I bought that “Karaoke Christmas” cd at Walmart last week.)

Our host plays the guitar.  Our hostess has a sense of humor.  No one cares what the in-laws and cousins and nieces and nephews will think.

All will be well.

We even came up with a song list.
Excuse me, I must go practice now.  I hear a Christmas carol in my head.

Merry Christmas.

Love.
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