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- Hearing Lakeland’s Fireworks Not The Same As Seeing Them, By George
- Time for a patriotic song.
- Crist Engaged To Rome
- Supremes: Crist Erred On Gambling Pact
- Polk Schools Dealing With High Diesel Costs
- Take trolley, streetcar to fireworks
- Isn’t it Fun to Fly?
- Hail, Gusty Winds, Possible Tornado Results From Afternoon Storms
- Portable High Definition Televisions
- Andy Martin—Remember Him?—Gets His Moment In The Sun
- There’s One Behind Every Tree …
- Tornado Warning Up For Sebring Area
- More Storms Heading Toward North Hillsborough, Southeast Pasco
- Storms Forming Near I-75
When I was a little girl growing up in Wisconsin, I sang the song “Jingle Bells,” like every kid growing up in Wisconsin.
There was a lyric that confused me, though, when I was five or six. It wasn’t confusing like “ha’ penny” or “figgy pudding,” because those were British expressions, which were tantamount to a foreign language. I felt like this was something I should know, somehow.
“Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun
It is to ride
In a one-horse soap and sleigh.”
Every Christmas I wondered, what was horse soap? And why was there an apparent shortage of it? Why was it on sleighs? Very, very perplexing.
I’ve brought this up with my friends, and I have yet to obtain a satisfactory answer. Just laughter.
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