Emma and I have been singing Christmas carols in the car. Her chronic lyricosis is so funny to me. I am reminded about not understanding the words to many Christmas carols when I was little, too. Seriously, what does "in-egg-shell-she-day-o" actually mean, anyway? My current favorite Emma-rewording is: Jingle bell, bells, jingle all the way. So much fun it is a ride in one for flowin' sleigh Jingle bell, jingle bells, So much fun it is a ride in one for flowin' sleigh. Or better yet; Silent Night, Holy Night All is calm, all is bright. Round, yawn, virgin, Mother and Child Holy infant, so tender and WILD. Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. But sometimes, we change it too. We change Christmas to something so silly and confetti-ish; throw a party, decorate a tree and give a gift. It's all so fun and heart warming. But that night wasn't heart warming. The world wasn't warming and lovely. The people needed help. They'd go