Christmas time was awesome when I was a kid.  I loved to decorate the tree.  I also had a few years where I had the “official” responsibility of wrapping the shredded garland around the 1970’s steel railing in the living room.  Every year that stuff would become more and more bare.  I would wrap the strands around my arm and go crazy decking the halls with boughs of folly.  My Mom always told me it looked great.  I’m not so sure.

Then there was the awesome stocking that my Aunt Sharon made me when I was a toddler.  My folks still hang it up in their house to this day.

And then there was the mistletoe.  It would dangle from a little elfish house with chimes that would always hang from the foyer chandelier.  I couldn’t wait till the babysitter came so I could have an excuse for a Christmas smooch.

And then there was Mitch.

Yep.  I have to confess that while it wasn’t quite Christmas without Bing, it was worse to have a Christmas without Mitch.  I was all over Holiday Sing Along With Mitch Miller and the Gang.