Hark! The Angel's Name Is Not Harold

The angel's name is either Steve or Chelsea. Just ask my son.

We spent an unhealthy amount of time in the car over the Thanksgiving weekend, and we tried listening to Christmas music to brighten the mood.
In case you were wondering, listening to Christmas music turns a long car ride into a long car ride with Christmas music.
One of our choices was Josh Groban's Christmas CD. Have mercy can that man sing.
I have a friend who forbids her children from singing along when Groban is on. She calls it sacrilege. I think she's onto something.

In the chorus of Angels we Have Heard on High, I hear this from the backseat:

"Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria, Steve and Chelsea say-o!
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria, Steve and Chelsea say-o!"

Now the boy is a smart little cookie. Very smart. He also knows lots of songs and lyrics, so I turned around and laughed.... thinking he was joking.
He wasn't.

My argument was futile.
I said,
"That is NOT what he's singing. He's saying in excelsis Deo."
The boy said,
"He is saying STEVE AND CHELSEA, MOM."

So he kept singing about Steve and Chelsea. He even asked me if it was "Steve and Chelsea say-o" or "Steve and Chelsea hey-o"
He is, apparently, concerned about getting it right.
He gets that from me.
My mom loves to tell the story about how I SWORE the old Crystal Gayle song "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue?" was actually "Don't It Make My Brownies Good?"

A song about brownies must have made more sense to me than a song about eye color.
(Still does.)

So if you hear angels singing on high, it just may be Steve and Chelsea.