For those of you who aren't lucky enough to have heard my dad sing, he has an amazing voice. It's deep, pure, and full of emotion. He has just enough vibrato to be beautiful but not so much that you want to plug your ears. In fact, one of my favorite things to do in this world is listen to him sing.
The thing is, he not only has a great voice but he has a pretty great sense of humor while he sings. Sometimes we'll sit in church and he'll sing every verse of a hymn in a different accent. And sometimes... he'll sing his very own versions of Christmas songs.
Silver Bells: City sidewalks, sh!tty sidewalks... Chorus: Ring-a-Ling, you Ding-a-Ling.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer: Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer had a very shiny schnoz.
He also had his songs that were off limits. Twelve Days of Christmas, for example, made him get those crazy eyes that scared the crap out of any living creature within 5 miles.
Then, there was Far Far Away(in Spanish, of course). That is my family's song. We'd sing it in June or December with the same amount of gusto. He'd kind of lead us (on purpose or was his hand moving involuntarily?) to sing the last part in staccato. "Peace on earth good will toward men," then we'd hit the last line with everything we had while Dad sang the bass line. Awesome. I know my family wasn't perfect but I want my kids to have the kind of memories that I had growing up. Memories like these.