The only thing Michelle wants for Christmas is an Alto Sax. This makes me grouchy. She had an Alto Sax and I sold it back to the middle school band program when we left SC. I did that because she swore she never wanted to touch the saxophone again. I should have known she’d change her mind. Now to find the money to pay for it and the earplugs to survive the playing. Gone are the days when I could send her outside to serenade the neighborhood, I think.