Me, singing the song I modified for my mother: Deck the halls with bolts of fabric!

Her: Fa-la-la-la-laaa, la-la-la-Llama!

Me: *Glares at her* 'Tis the season to be sewing!

Her: Fa-la-la-la-laaa, la-la-la-Waaah!

Me: *Shooting daggers at her but continues anyway* Sew we now our bright apparel!

Her: Fa-la-LAH, la-la-LAH, lah-lah-LAH!

Me: *Grabs a stick* Gon-na send you to the hosp-ital!

Her: *Glances nervously at me but continues anyway*  Fa-la-la-la-laaah, la-la-la-AAAAHHH!!!  *Cue me running at her with my stick*