My house is alive with the sound of music.

When I woke up this morning, my fuzzy brain thought it heard music.  I had to be wrong.  I check everything before I head off for bed at night...every light off, every door locked, every window closed and locked.  Oh yes, I check not just once, or twice...three times at least...sometimes more, because I think I might have forgotten something.

No, this cannot be music, unless Frankie is already up...what time is it anyway.  I roll over and look at the clock.  8:15.  8:15!!!  I told Zorro last night we were going to sleep in, but this is ridiculous. If I were still twenty, I would have jumped out of bed, since I'm not, I lie there and rub Zorro's tummy for a while.

However, the music has peaked my interest, and I throw on my slippers to go investigate.  As I approach the living room, I see all the furniture has been pushed up against the walls, and there are 9, count 'em, 9 beautifully clad young ladies dancing a waltz.  I wish you could see their costumes, beautiful, shiny satin, in red, green, gold and silver.  At the shoulders the sleeves were puffy, and they tapered down tightly to the wrists.  Around their right wrists hung intricately carved  ivory fans.  The bodices hugged their figure, and were cut to accent their well endowed bosoms, while at the waist bum-rolls carried the weight of the skirts, allowing the gowns to sway in time to the music.  They all wore high, bouffant, powdered wigs, magnificently curled, topped off with tiaras that sparkled like Tinker Bells magic wand.

I was agog.  My True Love had outdone himself in splendor.

Frankie appeared from the kitchen.  She handed me a cup of something she called 'Grog', and escorted me to the sofa...(but she called it a divan) and we settled in to watch the show.  The 'Ladies Dancing' did the waltz, the minuet, a whimsical gig, and other steps I had never seen before.

Frankie and I drained our 'Grog's' and had another.

When they were through, Frankie and I jumped to our feet, with a standing ovation, and many, many, BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVOS.  I'm telling you it was amazing...it was astounding...it was mystical...it was magical...it was the bestest present ever.

Good bye Ladies Dancing, farewell Ladies Dancing, Adieu, adieu.

I think My True Love is finally getting the hang of gift giving.  Stay tune, folks...can't wait to see what happens next.