I look at this and I immediately start singing the song, trying to come up with the words, kind of in a daze, not really thinking of anything but the magic of Christmas and hot chocolate and cookies and decking the halls and whatnot and suddenly I come out of it and realize the neighbors are smiling at me from their door and waiting patiently for me to get off their porch.  
 
"Move along, now," their look says to me.
 
Sometimes I feel like they don't really appreciate everything I bring to the collective neighborhood table.