My last name has subjected me to year-round assaults of people quoting or singing the opening line of "The Christmas Song" at me. It usually causes me to sigh in discontent, barely withholding my urge to punch the person singing it in the face. The one person I won't punch in the face for singing "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire"? (The ghost of) Nat King Cole. His is the most well known and most played version of the 1944 Mel Torme classic, and we should leave it to him to sing these words. Otherwise, I will punch you in the face.
The ever classy Nat King Cole, ladies and gentlemen:
As this posts, I will be either done or almost done with my hardest final. Yay!