Until now, Andy Williams has just been a kitsch foot note of smiles and sweaters in the corner of my eye. I knew he was a crooner, maybe owned a town in Kansas, (it's actually Branson, Missouri and he doesn't own it) and had something to do with Christmas past.
Now I know he was, at least at times, brilliant. This ode to babe gazing is catchy and smarmy in the best way possible.
But what do you think?