Jingle Bellns!

WHEN I WAS YOUNG (around five or seven), my little abuelita sent me a Christmas card. Inside was a tiny red record made of a thin plastic or vinyl substance. Pliable so not thick like a 45rpm, but not as thin as plastic wrap. Maybe a little thicker than those goofy red mood fish we'd put in our hand and if it curled up it indicated we had unresolved anger issues or something.

Anyway, the little record played Jingle Bells on a turntable. The ladies on the record kind of sounded like they were singing Jingle Bellns with an unexplainable "n" included. But I liked it, so I sang it that way and now whenever I think of that song I sing it in my head like that.

Originally posted 12/06/2010.

              © Patricia Turner 2012