“Laissez les bons temps rouler!”
Of course, he is dreaming this Christmas Eve of his French Canadian belle femme, Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite and practicing his romantic arias.
Earlier today I think I recognized a portion of “Che gelida manina” in Giuseppe’s voice sung from the top of the stairs for maximum projection and just the right echo; Giuseppe is, of course, a castrato and instead of the usual rich tenor, he sings in a melodic countertenor that I think would persuade any bella donna of his charms, especially when he can improvise in operatic Italian, adding lyrics about her emerald eyes and ebony fur.
Then there was much sighing as the darkness fell and he gazed out the window to the northwest toward the river town of Kingston in Ontario.
Mlle.’s mom has written to say that there was catnip on her laptop when she returned home.
If she only knew!
Buon Natale! Joyeux Noël!
If you have no idea who Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite might be or why Giuseppe is so mysterious and melodramatic where she is concerned, read about their long-distance affair in this article, and be sure to follow the links to the very beginning when Mlle., a “mature” kitty, shockingly stated she was smitten with a photo of the young Giuseppe.
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