I keep thinking about this song. The entire album played non-stop around Christmas in our house when I was a kid. No one in the house claimed any affection for Ms. Streisand, and Dad was particularly open with his disdain. We would mock it constantly, yet no one ever turned it off. It is as amusing now as it was then. It is over the top, and it is silly, and I guess that's what we liked about it.
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