Babs and me

I am finding myself obsessed with Barbra Streisand's version of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. When I'm in the car alone, on it goes and croon I start. Like at the top of my lungs, channeling Babs as if I'm her vocal equal. Personal caraoke (heh- get it?). The number of times I've sung this song in the past week borders on terrifying. It does make getting stuck behind school buses a lot more palatable!