Right now I'm listening to a gem of a CD that I stumbled upon last month.  It's called "A Vintage Christmas Cracker" and hails all the way from the UK!    The CD has 47 mono recordings from the years 1915 through 1949.  For example, the song currently playing is that old 1937 weeper "The Little Boy the Santa Claus Forgot".  I can remember my Grandma singing this around Christmas time.  Of course I thought she was making up the words - no one would write a song this depressing.  Nope - it's a real song!

My girls are very tolerant of this musical time-warp [I also have a CD entitled "A Merry 1940's Christmas"].  They have walked though while John McCormack's 1915 recording of "Adeste, Fideles" was warbling through the speakers, but only shook their heads and kept on going.  I place the blame for this Big Band nostalgia squarely on the shoulders of my father.  I have clear memories of our long drives up to the mountain cabin, listening to big band music while Mom and Dad quized us on which instrument was playing.  My brother was much better at that little game than I.  Anyway, now it's my turn to force "classic" music throughout the house.  The girls may chuckle now, but I guarantee that someday they will find themselves reaching for a CD with the name Tommy Dorsey on the front.

Maybe sooner than I think: Rebekah just walked through the music room snapping her fingers in time to "Jingle Bells" played by Glen Miller and his Orchestra, 1941. 

 I think it's time to up the ante, and put on "Jingle Bell Polka".