I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
