Have yourself a merry little Christmas

We were sitting, listening to Christmas music with my elderly aunt. In the past year, she’s gone from occasionally forgetful to pronounced dementia, and she repeats one story at least a dozen times, about being pulled out of class in grade school to sing at funerals. “The people would come into the church with the dead person, and they would all look up to see who was singing,” she said proudly.

Frank Sinatra: