Sit back a moment and let me explain.
Driving south along Redwood Road from I-215 to about 1000 North there were fields and golf courses that were draped in a wispy fog about 10 feet high. The Fog didn't quite touch the snowy ground and wrapped around trees and followed the terrain. It was beautiful.
Last night I watch an old Christmas favorite with the kids - Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
The kids loved it. Ok, I loved it. I haven't seen it for a few years, but it all came back to me - from Yukon Cornelius to Hermey the elf that wants to be a dentist. The costumes from the movie Elf were completely ripped off from Rudolph. Even the snowman from Elf, Leon, looks just like Sam the snowman
Ok, but I still love the movie Elf. I am sure they were just paying homage to the great 1964 stop animation film.
Which brings me to my next thought. Sam the snowman was played by Burl Ives and was modeled to look a little like Ives. So this morning I looked on wikipedia and found out something interesting. Burl Ives was jailed in Mona, Utah for vagrancy and for singing "Foggy Foggy Dew" which the authorities decided was a bawdy song.
When I was a bachelor,
I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah, me! What could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.
Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son
We work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.
Doesn't sound too bad to me.
Then again, I am sure that the little town of Mona was quite a sheltered place in the early 1930's.
This morning, I couldn't get enough of the foggy, foggy dew in beautiful Rose Park
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