Roasting chestnuts in February

I walked out of Pawticulars on 8th Street today and was greeted by the sound of Nat King Cole crooning about chestnuts. 'Twas an incongruous moment: early spring, sunny sky, and a Christmas song. Across the street, a gentleman in a GMC Jimmy with his windows open was singing along to the illustrious Mr. Cole blaring from his speakers. Weird.