My favorite memories of Christmas as a little girl are going to my Grandmother's house. The house was decorated like the most beautiful wonderland a child could imagine. So much love and thoughtfullness went into the placement of every ornament and accent. I can remember baking with Grandma in the kitchen. Sifting flour and stirring ingredients to make the most tasty treats...and oh the sweet aroma that filled the house. I loved to sit in front of the fireplace and feel the warmth of the fire on my back. But nothing filled my heart with warmth like the sound of the records playing in the background. There is just nothing like the sound of a record. The classic Christmas songs layered with the sound of the record turning. The ever so soft crackle of the needle as it gently glides making the most beautiful music...something I will never forget.

A few months ago, I received one of the most precious gifts imaginable. The records I so loved. When my Grandmother surprised me with them I was overcome with emotion. I couldn't believe this memory I so cherished was now tangibly in my hand. I have been anticipating this Christmas...longing to hear the sound of those records. To be taken back in time. When the world was innocent and families were close. When not a care in the world existed. To once again experience Christmas as a child.

As the first notes sounded I was flooded with emotion...tears began to flow. The warmth I so vividly remembered as a child now fill my home. The memories I held so dear are now so alive. My heart is so full.