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:: Merry Christmas Mom and Dad ::

:: Oh Christmas Tree ::

Other than the Schmenge Brothers, the only polka in my life came from a close family friend, Dennis, who would bring his accordion to our backyard parties. He’d start those parties belting out jovial beer-drinking polka songs, but night would find him flat on his ass, drunkenly howling at the moon while squeezing out eight or ten renditions of "Little Red Riding Hood." Good times. Li’l Wally might’ve been the "King of Polka," but he surely wasn’t as cool as Dennis. Owoooooooo.


Phil

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