John is horrified by this song (he’s a good Italian boy who reveres his grandmother), but it’s my absolute favorite. I’m sure it’s because my father would turn it up whenever it came on and waggle his eyebrows while he sang. We knew it wasn’t his grandma he was referring to, but mine (his mother-in-law). Evil child that I was, I thought it was funny. I think my grandmother did, too.
Now, it’s my favorite Christmas song, and I think of my dad whenever I hear it…and my grandmother.
Merry Christmas, y’all!