Listening to the neurologist rattled on about the pros and cons of the various classes of ADHD medications, I was no different then a horny guy at the bar who feigns interest in a drunken woman’s babble in hopes of getting laid. I pretended to listen, but overwhelmed and pressed for time, I wished she would hurry up and write the prescription so I could return to work.
It is estimated that the song “White Christmas” by Irving Berlin is the best selling single in history with over 100 million copies sold.
Just about this time every year my daughter likes to remind me of the day I set the gingerbread house on fire.
I still think I should get credit for not taking the couch, chairs and table with it.
Eight little girls dressed like jungle cats take the stage for the after school performance of the Nutcracker. A combo of hip hop, jazz and modern dance numbers set to top 40 hits, the show bears no resemblance to the New York City ballet version.
A chubby little girl in the back row keeps her eyes fixed on the dancer to her right. She is seconds behind in every move. When the dancers move left, she moves right. When they jump, she kicks. When they stop, she twirls. That girl is Savannah.
Candy canes began as straight white sticks of sugar candy used to decorate the Christmas trees. A choirmaster at Cologne Cathedral decided to have the ends bent to depict a shepherd’s crook and he would pass them out to the children to keep them quiet during the services. It wasn’t until about the 20th century that candy canes acquired their red stripes.