The little drummer boy was cool being able to bang the drum for the new born king. Angels heard on high makes sense. They fly. The bits of Latin mixed into Christmas songs reminded me of the old Catholic masses I sat through while my imagination sought out patterns in the cathedral ceiling.
Snowfalls brought sledding, snowball fights and snowmen (call them frosty). Not much thought given to song lyrics except when we sang them at school. The thought of a partridge in a pear tree never crossed my mind.
Our neighbor back then actually had a pear tree among the fruit trees in his yard. I had joined Dad and my older brother in hunting pheasants. But Partridge was the singing TV family and I never heard them sing that song. Not a gift I would want but then whoever wrote it would not want a snuggie either.
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