He snaps his fingers: three more mistletoe plants appear on the charred rafters, each one wearing a tiny mistletoe-sized Santa hat. In harmony -- squeaky, squeaky chipmunk harmony -- they burst into "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer."
(And this time, they're fireproof.)
"Now I'm done," he says cheerily, lifting his glass in a toast. "Happy winter, darling."
With that, he sweeps onward to find someone else to pester. FOR NOW.
Re: Dance Floor
He snaps his fingers: three more mistletoe plants appear on the charred rafters, each one wearing a tiny mistletoe-sized Santa hat. In harmony -- squeaky, squeaky chipmunk harmony -- they burst into "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer."
(And this time, they're fireproof.)
"Now I'm done," he says cheerily, lifting his glass in a toast. "Happy winter, darling."
With that, he sweeps onward to find someone else to pester.
FOR NOW.