One of my fondest memories is sitting under the Christmas tree with my dad singing carols and other winter songs. My sisters and I would snuggle next to him and join in with all of our kid hearts. Our favorites were the cheerful refrains (and happy ending) of "Frosty the Snowman" and the contemplative beauty of "Lord of the Dance."
Here's the thing: my dad is a wonderful man, but singing is not one of his many gifts. Despite the wrong pitches and off notes, every year we looked forward to this special tradition with Dad.