|Note the Adele and Taylor Swift records. Vinyl, baby.|
Christmas morning. Santa has left this on Big Sis's side of the family room.
There is a note folded on top.
|I can't be sure, of course, but I swear it looks as if Santa's stationary came from here.|
Santa told Big Sis that he wasn't impressed with the quality of the small modern phonographs. He saw that she'd put a pretty little Crosley on her wish list, but he said they broke down easily. A long time ago, an older boy left this gorgeous 1970s console record player for Santa to pick up and take back to the North Pole with him, in order to fix it up for another child. Santa had cleaned it up and used it for himself, but now he thought Big Sis might like it. (Sweet story, Santa. Are you sure you didn't just get a heckuva deal at a used record shop? After they couldn't fix your modern little Philco phonograph, perhaps?) Santa then told her that if she asked her parents sweetly, maybe they'd let her keep their little black record player in her room.
I took a basket and filled them with all our kid records. (See the one in the bottom right corner? My birthday album from the Rock-a-fire Explosion - Showbiz Pizza Place!)
We have soooooo many kid-friendly albums, but she rolled her eyes at me.
|"We-eeee-eee are never, ever, ever getting back together..."|
Meanwhile, Mr. B scored a few 8-tracks from the used record shop.
By the way, Big Sis's new vinyl sounds great on the console. I want some new records, too...