Each December I try to give myself a big dose of Christmas vinyl. I don't have a turntable anymore. My husband gave that up during one of our moves but that's fodder for a different column. So, while we don't have a turntable on which to place those beloved vinyl Christmas records, I do have computers.
Thanks to the glory and wonder of youtube I can find the beloved Christmas vinyl albums of my youth.
If you are younger, think iTunes or Amazon music instead of youtube.
Few things can say "Merry Christmas" like an album from Firestone, the national hardware chain or some other national business. Those types of vinyl albums usually had a jolly Santa on the front or maybe a couple in cocktail attire and sometimes a martini glass on the front. I know that when my mom would come home with new vinyl record it meant Christmas joy. It was as if a bunch of musicians and singers had gotten together just to give my family a Christmas present.
Surely, Perry Como would be singing "Winter Wonderland" on this album. Maybe Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme would be singiing "Let it Snow." If you were lucky, Ella Fitzgerald would be singing. And the best would be Arthur Fielder directing the Boston Pops in "Sleigh Ride." If you are a whole lot younger, think Nicki Minaj, Shawn Mendes and for a few past their prime, Justin Timberlake or Kelly Clarkson.
Once in a while, the Beach Boys would make an appearance or some other pop star from the 1960s or early 1970s.
While I was a kid in single digits for most of the merry vinyl Christmas days, I vividly recall singing along and listening. Harmonies from the big choirs taught me to appreciate the complexity and beauty of a group singing a favorite hymn. I grew to appreciate the subtleness of an orchestra playing "Silver Bells."
Like the song says, "Every song you hear seems to say 'Merry Christmas.'"
I plan to listen to more vinyl Christmas memories in the coming days. It's like opening that plastic coated vinyl record with its bright colors and promise of Christmas joy every day.