Curvy Jones on: Merry Christmas To You
Just like it’s not summer until I hear Summertime by Will Smith, It’s not Christmas until I hear some Nat King Cole, specifically The Christmas Song. This song, the entire Christmas album, actually, reminds me so much of home. My dad has a vintage Reel to Reel system, and every Christmas he’d put on the Nat King Cole and we’d listen to the entire album while opening presents and having breakfast, talking and such. In later years we replaced it with the CD of Christmas songs from Nat King Cole and every year, like clockwork, it’s playing when I call.
Every year since 2004 I have opted to stay here in Georgia over Christmas. Travel across the country is too expensive (yes, I plan ahead. It’s just too expensive!), and winter is mighty cold in Spokane. And there isn’t much to do and I no longer remember how to drive in snow and ice. No matter how cold I think I it is here, it’s always worse there, so I’m thankful. But every Christmas I make sure to listen to some Nat King Cole and call my parents and wish them a Merry Christmas. It just helps me to feel more like I’m at home.
And then I pig out. Kidding. No, I’m really not. Here’s some Mr. Cole for your holiday. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas!
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