a pickled christmas

hey doll would you look at that....

the furs are out, roads are icy as all hell--yes that metaphor makes sense, read dante's inferno, the place is freakin frigid--and the spiked egg nog is bound to ensue.

my master recipe:

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(in a really cute tea cup)

but in my family home christmas music is big...... it's big. 
always reminds me of my mother. 

it's when we put on bing crosby, trans-siberian orchestra, vienna boys choir and electro David Foster that the vaulted ceilings just scream at me: home.

so i thought i'd throw together my christmas favourites.... which i'm quite traditional about but i'll spice things up a little without anything getting too gaudy. 
there's no way in all icy hell you'll find mariah carey on this list. 


here goes.


 first and foremost. the man himself. 
BING.
there is literally no other man for me. he'll always have my heart.

i refuse to listen to covers of that song cause who could ever find that vibratto whistle and low, warm thing quality of the bottom of his range... there is no greater sound that exists. 


but of course gaga always has a way of winning me over. if there's anyone who could come close. it's the woman herself.





NEXT. i used to beg my mother to put on this album. our copy is so destroyed.
I honestly don't know why I love this song so much. i didn't know it was carol of the bells until I was about 14... but i'm rambling. it's grand.

and because I can't resist more bing...

i hope that's enough to start off your decembers.
happy christmas :)