When jingle bells hold forth during the magical Holiday season my brain smiles. 

Instead of sleighs and Christmas decorations I think of old radio and television jingles.  I sing them

with abandon.

Plop. Plop. Fizz. Fizz. Oh, what a relief it is. Brylcreem-a little dab'll do ya.  The Best Part of Waking Up.

Sometimes you feel like a nut-Sometimes you don't.  See the USA in a Chevrolet. I remember every word.

Chilly days have kept me inside more. I even watched television. Now I see  people dancing through a grocery store. A group dressed for

snorkeling squashed into an elevator.  Youngsters telling me which home improvement company I should hire.

 A large Emu owner in strange scenarios - as 'performer' for an insurance company.

Jingles helped me remember the product decades later.  I could sing along with them.  And yes - we bought a Chevrolet.  We usd

Folgers coffee.  We loved Almond Joys.  Jingles were brain food.  We felt a strange kind of loyalty. The current commercials?   I have no idea who or what

they are promoting.

I'd like to teach the world to sing ... in perfect harmony ... Oh yes.

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