After the bows and applause, we’d jump up and down at Mom’s feet like hungry baby birds, asking, "Can we watch The Movie What We Did? Can we? Can we please watch The Movie What We Did?" Most of the time, we’d start this whining before she’d even put the camera down. So our family videos usually end with this squawking, and then my mother, finally, "Oh, okay." And then black.
To-morrow’s Christmas E-eeve
To-morrow’s Christmas Eeee-EEEEEVVE!
To-morrow’s Christmas Eve.
Okay, so it's not a beautiful ballad. In fact, if you’ve heard me sing this golden oldie, you’ve probably already shut your computer and walked away in irritation, because the intolerable tune is undoubtedly stuck in your head. But this is the one that fastened itself to our family; we sing it (off-key, the way it’s supposed to be sung) every year on Christmas Eve Eve.