God Bless Us, Every One...As We Tiptoe Through the Tulips

I went to see a play tonight. My brother's girlfriend teaches drama, speech and choir at a Catholic high school, and she directs all the school plays and musicals there. Anyway, tonight they did A Christmas Carol and it was wonderful -- part play, part musical, very creative while sticking to Dickens' story. As usual, I cried when the Ghost of Christmas to Come showed the Cratchit family burying Tiny Tim. Kills me every time.

No, not that one.

This one.