One broken this year.
Maybe it was silly, but it just happened one time and kept going. During
1776 one year when Bandit was young, I perched him on my finger during "He Plays the Violin" and "danced" with him. He would give me a puzzled look during these gyrations, but hung on with good humor. Sometimes I would even put my forefinger under one of his feet and we would "clasp hands." It was something I looked forward to.
Needless to say I was a bit tearful during the song this year.
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