"I'mmmmmmmmmmm dreaming of a whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite Christmas......." Woo, it's me, Dave. One of Mom and Dad's biped friends said, after meeting me and getting to know me a little bit, that I remind her of Dean Martin. She said I'm so laid back like he was and she could just picture me singing my low "woo" with a martini in my hand. Hmm. I'm not sure about what a martini is, but my very sweet friend Frankie has been known to sip Sibe-tinins! Maybe they're like that! And I could picture myself with one of the pretty girls like Frankie or Holly (sigh....) or Chelsea or ... (I better stop before I accidentally leave somepuppy out and hurt somepuppy's feelings!) singing this song! ALL of the DWB girls are so bee-woo-tiful, aren't they, guys?
I do love to sing. Here's one of Mom's favorite pix of me singing. You can almost hear me, can't you? She says I have a very nice singing voice.This next picture (below) is Zim singing. He sings a little higher than I do - and actually before he started his classes at the Stormy Zoluschka Kryschtal School of Siberian Studies, he sounded like a coyote. He still does sometimes. Poor kid - he learned to sing from them while he was out chained to his tree, no doubt. He still sings like that sometimes; other times, he immitates Storms. Woo. I'm pretty sure he was singing "Angels We Have Heard on High" here... but I'm not sure. He does look mighty angelic!
Merry Christmas and luv,
"Oh, there's no place like Nome for the holidays...."