As I mentioned yesterday we are full on in Christmas mode around here. And as Hannah prepares to sing in the Christmas program, that means a whole lot of “Jingle Bells” around here. And unfortunately the CD she prefers is a Jimmy Buffet Christmas. And unfortunate leftover from the hubby’s pre-me days.
But I digress. I love Christmas music. I love my Bing Crosby, my Amy Grant, my Harry Connick Jr. But we don’t really have much of a CD collection anymore. Now the we have discovered the marvels of these new-fangled MP3 players, our CDs reside in a few dusty boxes in the basement. And every year at Christmas time I dig through them finding the ones the fit the season.
Last year brilliance struck. Again, my brilliance might be over estimated as you may have been doing this for years, but now I pack the Christmas CDs with the Christmas decorations. So when I start decorating the tree, BAM, Bing is there to serenade me. Seriously love that man. If I wasn’t married and he wasn’t, you know, dead…who knows what might happen.
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