My Mom, who I'm pretty sure is responsible for the obsessive-compulsive, concentrate-like-hell side of me that matters, especially when it comes to my job, always used to give me a hard time for listening to a guy who sang like he had marbles in his mouth.
To get back at her I used to make fun of Elvis' Christmas album every year.
Which is ironic given that now I sing Elvis' most famous holiday season song with my own kids.
Anyway, not long ago, old Marble Mouth, who is now 62 years old, brought his own almost 90 year old Mom on stage for a little dance and song.
With bright lights ablazing to ward off any and all darkness...