Vee, I enjoyed the happenings in you town. It reminded me of something I learned, at a funeral I attended last summer. The 3 adult sons stood up and reflected on events in their father's life. It was very person and informative. This man, every Christmas season, would wear one red and one green sock. He sang in the choir and of course you could see his socks as he went up into the choir loff. He was buried in these socks. :-) These adult sons remembered, as far back as they could, that every Christmas morning, their father would set a loud speaker on the front porch (they lived in town) and played Christmas carols for everybody to hear that morning. Susanne