Have a great Evening.
Change is coming.
See you all next year.
Can I help? I'd chirp next to his elbow.And then I would take a step back and spy on him anyway. We all did. The Snowball was shrouded in mystery as to how it works. Once we were older and closer to college age we would sneak into The Snowball zone on Christmas Eve while my dad was talking in the living room and try to make them ourselves. My dad would come back and shoo us away, "You don't know what your doing. You're just wasting all the ingredients. Here, I'll make you one. JUST ONE."
"Because I said so."
Why'd you say so?
"Because you don't get to touch booze."
Can I make one without?
But I won't touch the booze.
"You don't know what you're doing."
Can I watch?
"GO HELP YOUR MOTHER!"
1. The colder the ice is, the better it works. A little water on the surface of the ice, makes the drink fizz a little less. (so you should always rinse out the glass for a new drink)Updated 2:
2. The key to the drink, is the aroma of the vodka suspended in the foam at the top of the glass, therefore, better top equals better drink.
3. Don't use expensive vodka. It's best if you use whatever Dad brings. It's even better if he wins the bottle at the Elks club.
Use a metal spoon.
The Snowball season is strict. Snowballs may only be consumed from after Thanksgiving dinner through the end of New Year's Day.
Shirley Booth is Mrs. Claus and Mickey Rooney is Santa. Santa believes that nobody cares about Christmas and decides to take this year off. Jingle and Jangle take a flying reindeer to "Southtown" to find someone who still believes in Christmas. They run afoul of the law and to free the reindeer (disguised as a dog now) they must prove they are Santa's elves by making it snow in Southtown on Christmas day.
Let's pause here and note a few inconsistencies, No one is going to believe a reindeer is a dog, no matter how much you disguise it, not even as a Great Dane. as for making it snow in Southtown? Uh, it snows in the south all the time.
Mrs. Claus gets involved and goes to the two controllers of all weather, Heat Miser and Snow Miser. When they won't compromise and help her, Mrs. Claus goes to their mother, Mother Nature (who at the time was also selling margarine on tv) who forces them to compromise.It's all so silly and overly complicated. Even as a child I thought this was a stupid plot. I watched it anyway because it has the best musical numbers brought to you courtesy of Snow Miser and Heat Miser.