I love Advent hymns, beautiful carols, holiday jazz standards. I love it. I'm picky, don't get me wrong. But I love, love, love it. I have enough music labeled "Holiday" in my iTunes to play for 6.1 days.
That dusty black thing on top of the piano is our latest "retro" cd player-tuner-turntable combo. We've been through a few of them. Turntables are delicate contraptions, and we're no audio experts - we just want to be able to play our records. Most of what we've owned have either been cheap new or cheap vintage. You get what you pay for.
But as long as it does this:
I am happy.
This is the first Christmas record I ever owned. I was two. I'm sure many of my readers are familiar with it. You may even know the whole darn thing by heart, too.
This is what I decorated the tree to for many, many years to come. I can still feel the scratchy brown carpet under my elbows, as I lay stretched out, reading all the details inside the jacket.
It just isn't the same on CD. (Yes, I have it on CD, too.)
I still have all the vinyl Christmas records from childhood: some classical, Harry Simone Chorale, the first Amy Grant Christmas record (my dad's). We've added a few to our collection: Nat King Cole, Mahalia Jackson, Kingston Trio. My mom convinced me to grab the Gene Autry album that contained "I Wish My Mom Would Marry Santa Claus." (Adorable.) Little Sis loves her "Nutcracker Suite" on vinyl.
The holiday season just isn't the same for me without John Denver, though. Rocky Mountain Christmas is my other all-time favorite.
I made some obnoxiously huge Spotisfy Christmas playlists. Look for the "What We're Listening To" section on the right hand column to check any of those out. I suggest hitting "shuffle."