“Jingle Bells, jingle all the way” I sang to her to break the spell of what appeared to be her fell demeanor. Neither would she bray ‘in a one horse open sleigh’ “Hey!” but droned as if to undersell the joyous sense that all was well. She seemed more suited for dismay than getting into Christmas cheer by dashing gaily through the snow. Whatever made her looks severe, the sole prognosis I would know for sure was that her mocking leer had made my frozen landscape glow. Frank De Canio was born and bred in New Jersey, and works in New York.