Snatching your people up

Travis puts my name into every song he sings, which are many.

Lately they've included Jingle Beckys, We wish you a Becky Christmas, and Becky the red-nosed Becky.

We also had the Bed Intruder song stuck in our heads all day yesterday, and he usually sings, "They're climbing in yo' windows, they're snatching yo' Beckys up."

Then he sang, "They're climbing in yo' Beckys, they smashing yo' Beckys up!"

I said, "Are they smashing me, or snatching me?"

and he responded, "Wow, is that really what concerns you? I'd be more worried about them climbing up inside you."

"You're right, that is what's most worrisome."

"Hide your Becky! Hide your Becky! Hide your Becky! Hide your Becky! And I'll hide my Becky, 'cause they raping e'rybody out here."

I love him.

Thank you Travis for hiding me from the climbing, snatching, smashing people who want to steal me, and have yourself a Becky little Christmas. Make the Yuletide Becky.