I'M GETTING A LITTLE TIRED OF CRYING IN THE CAR EVERY TIME I HEAR I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS on the radio, which reminds me of the night before my dear Daddy died on Christmas Day some years back. I get eye-liner and lipgloss all over the steering wheel and my best outfit. Then I'm a mess by the time I get to the luncheon or wherever I'm going.
So, here without further ado is a little light music dedicated without additional comment. Take it away, Cole Porter...
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