I'm sure I can't count the number of times I played Bing Crosby's Christmas album as a child. Discarded by my parents, I took it upstairs to my room, as a child of eight, and played it on an avacado green portable record player. Yes, a record player. The scratches on the record gave it added character.
I think I was eleven when we got an actual stereo system, and by then, playing such a battered recording on a new piece of equipment was not permitted. The record broke at some point, and it wasn't until I was able to find it on CD that I was reunited with this piece of my childhood.
Merry Christmas, everyone!