When I was a kid, the holidays always meant at least three things:
- Watching “Home Alone” and “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York” on a continuous loop from Thanksgiving through Christmas Eve. (Actually, I still do this…)
- Helping my late-shopper dad wrap slim-pickings presents on Christmas Eve. Because every wife has “the last bottle of drugstore perfume available” on her wish list.
- And dancing around the living room to Bing, Rosemary and Frank crooning Christmas carols from my mom’s old record player. (Yeah, record player. We were into vinyl way before it was cool.)
So, it was no wonder, then, that I got a little nostalgic the other day when I stumbled on the classic version of “White Christmas” while scanning my car’s radio stations. Listening to Bing made me miss not only my childhood holidays, but also those “good old days” his carols always evoke. You didn’t have to worry about Twitter, dirty politics or global warming back in the ‘50s. Everything was just poodle skirts, Norman Rockwell and glass-bottled Coca-Cola.