My grandfather lives in Grafton, Vermont and he used to be a electrician there, so when he has his annual "Christannukah" party everyone in the town goes. It seems cliche to say, but Grafton really is the town that time forgot. One year my older brother and I got drunk off the Grog. It smelled so good and no one was paying attention to us... he was 13 and I was 11. Anyway, we decided to put on a dance show and as we pretended to tap and sing to "Baby, It's Cold Outside" basically the entire town cheered us on, probably in the knowledge that we were slightly wasted. To this day, Grandpa shows the videotape of us "singing" and "dancing" at the party. People sing it at us on the street when we go to visit for Christmas.
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