Every December, the chords of carols echo through our house. It's the one time of the year that I heat up my Cornet and abuse my lips. Bjorn is a little rusty on his clarinet, but Calvin is in shape with his saxophone. I was struck tonight that over the years, I quickly went from leader to flunky in the band. It didn't take long for my sons to surpass my meager skill level. We tried to get Esther on the piano and Markus on the drums, but we couldn't convince them. The four of us boys watched 'King Kong' in the theatre this afternoon. It was long but I enjoyed it
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