Sam and I drove down to visit Grandma on this raw and grey November afternoon. I flicked on the radio and since it was a Sunday afternoon, the choices were either opera or news.
Since I'm not a big fan of opera and since I get my fill of the news during the week, I fumbled around with my phone for something less challenging to listen to. Success! I came across my playlist of kid's Christmas music, still there from last year (and the year before... and the year before...).
It's little early in "the season" to be playing Christmas music (even by my standards) but Sam didn't mind one bit - as evidenced by his foot tapping in time to the music. And that, of course, meant that I didn't mind either.
My (our) playlist consists primarily of music from one particular kid's CD. I bought this CD about twenty-five or more years ago. I remember buying it on a whim, looking for something the kids might enjoy. It wasn't a whole lot of money, even back then. (As a matter of fact, you can still buy it on Amazon for about what I paid for it all those years ago (or listen to it for free if you're Prime member!)).
I have a ton of Christmas music CDs - choral, instrumental, classical, modern, etc. But out of all the CD's I have, this one gets played the most. This still surprises me.
It's not that there's anything wrong with it - it's a classic kid's type of CD. But I bought it thinking that it might be something the kids would enjoy, for the brief moment in time we were in - and then they would outgrow it. So it's surprising to me that, here we are, some twenty-five years later, still listening to it.
I enjoy it a good bit, but not for the quality of the singing necessarily, rather for the quality of - and the abundance of - many fond memories.
And I like the fact that Sam still loves it - and I like it that in some way, his joy connects him with the joy his brother and sisters felt when they used to listen to it, many many years earlier.
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