One of my favorite sub-genres of record-collecting is Christmas albums, much to the bemusement of my reason for living. It's a little bemusing to me as well--I bought one, then another, and before I knew it I had a "collection" of them. I use quotation marks because it really isn't much of one, less than ten (but growing!) I'm not even that into Christmas, either. I guess there's just something about the combination of vinyl and Jesus' birthday. Once in a while something magical happens! Something like...Of course, I had to include something from the Carpenters' Christmas album. I listened to it for the first time the other day, and I discovered a tune that was suitably morose and over-orchestrated, and a little disturbing--just the kind of thing you'd want on a Christmas album (at least one that the Carpenters were doing). It left me chuckling and shaking my head in wonder, once again.
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