Answers to All Life's Questions

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Just kidding, but here are the answers to the newsletter quiz from last week. 

__7__What holiday song says to “put on your yarmulke”?

__1__Which song describes water “like a stone”?

_10___Which song do we associate with Charlie Brown?

_5___Song to avoid to play Whamageddon.

_8___In which song will we get pumpkin pie later?

_2___Which song mentions rosy cheeks?

_9___Song that mentions the hautbois (oboe)

_4___Christmas wishes on steroids.

_3___It should be tragic, but we laugh anyway.

_6___Most popular Christmas carol in the U.S.

 

1.  “In the Bleak Midwinter”

2.  “Sleigh Ride”

3.  “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”

4.  “Santa Baby”

5.  “Last Christmas”

6.  “Silent Night”

7.  “The Hannukah Song”

8.  “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree”

9.  “Il est né, le divin Enfant”

10. “Christmas Time Is Here”

 

Aunt Marge is getting good reviews from the pre-sales set, which makes my Christmas season a little brighter. One of my beta readers told me that her husband asked if she was going to make dinner, and she answered, "Not until I finish this book!"


People ask where ideas and characters come from, and I find (too often) that they come from me. I've become a little Aunt-Marge-ish in my old age. I don't have much patience for people who won't help themselves. I don't like to wait for things, not even long introductions to songs: Just sing, for pete's sake. Of course I'm not like her in some very important ways, so you don't have to run screaming if you should happen to meet me at Wal-Mart.

 

 

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