My brother Bode and I loved to sing Christmas carols and it was usually to the embarrassment of everybody else. One of my favorite stories: we were visiting Bode and family in Florida during the holidays and we went into a Mexican restaurant on Christmas Eve and over the loudspeaker was playing Bing Crosby's "When It's Christmas in Killarney". Bode looked at me--I looked at him--and we joined arms and began singing, at the top of our lungs. The other family members with us slunk away to a table in the hope of other people not knowing we were related. Bode went to the Manager and asked to have the song played AGAIN. Bode said that if people couldn't appreciate the exquisite irony of "Christmas In Killarney" on Christmas Eve in a Mexican restaurant, then they were hopeless.
Bode and I had our definite favorites: ONLY Nat for The Christmas Song; ONLY Bing for White Christmas; ONLY Elvis for Blue Christmas; ONLY Judy for "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas; ONLY Harry Belafonte for Mary's Boy Child; ONLY Darlene Love for Baby Please Come Home ; ONLY Vince Guaraldi for Christmas Time Is Here; ONLY Gene Autry for Here Comes Santa Claus, ONLY Burl Ives for A Holly Jolly Christmas; ONLY Perry Como for There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays; ONLY Nancy Wilson for That's What I Want For Christmas; ONLY Peggy Lee for I Love A Sleigh Ride (Jingle Bells); ONLY Giselle Mackenzie for It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas"; and only ONLY Rosemary Clooney for Suzy Snowflake (which Bode always sang to me since I was a little girl). Listen below: