I know this one isn't going to be people's favorite - but, here goes:
I am extremely thankful for Christmas music. Not just Christmas music, but the oldies. Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald. Madonna's attempt at Santa Baby ain't got nothing on the smooth and sultry Eartha Kitt. Burl Ives singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is the only rendition that I believe in. Nobody but Bing can sing White Christmas and Blue Christmas belongs to Elvis.
I won't allow Christmas music to be played until the day after Thanksgiving - however, once Thanksgiving is over, its the only music I listen to (pretty much) until December 26. On December 26, I don't listen anymore.
My favorite singer at Christmas time is Dean Martin. I love listening to Dean. It wasn't until today that I realized why. When I listen to Dean Martin he sounds like my dad did when my dad would sing. That sweet baritone voice singing so clearly, so sweetly. No, it's not exactly the same voice, but again it is the same. It's like listening to my dad again, just close my eyes. I never realized it until today.
My rule about Christmas music, though, made my mother-in-law say that she has had her fill of it already and she was ready to go home - I guess six hours on the road with oldies Christmas music was enough for her. I hope it's just the Christmas music - and not me!!! :)
I am extremely thankful for Christmas music. Not just Christmas music, but the oldies. Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald. Madonna's attempt at Santa Baby ain't got nothing on the smooth and sultry Eartha Kitt. Burl Ives singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is the only rendition that I believe in. Nobody but Bing can sing White Christmas and Blue Christmas belongs to Elvis.
I won't allow Christmas music to be played until the day after Thanksgiving - however, once Thanksgiving is over, its the only music I listen to (pretty much) until December 26. On December 26, I don't listen anymore.
My favorite singer at Christmas time is Dean Martin. I love listening to Dean. It wasn't until today that I realized why. When I listen to Dean Martin he sounds like my dad did when my dad would sing. That sweet baritone voice singing so clearly, so sweetly. No, it's not exactly the same voice, but again it is the same. It's like listening to my dad again, just close my eyes. I never realized it until today.
My rule about Christmas music, though, made my mother-in-law say that she has had her fill of it already and she was ready to go home - I guess six hours on the road with oldies Christmas music was enough for her. I hope it's just the Christmas music - and not me!!! :)
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