The seventh door - God rest ye merry, gentlemen
I have no idea what you would call this in English. We called it a "Musiktruhe", literally translated as "music chest" which is something different, I know.
It was a radio/TV/record player combination and I loved it. So so many memories are connected with it. Of course this chest had been there before me, in the late 50s, I think. When it had made its way into my room, the TV set didn't work anymore and a piece of the glass in the radio had been broken out. When we were searching for a new channel, the little pointer inside came out through the hole and we had to push it back while turning the dial.
We had a nice record collection as well ... oldies. I love oldies. We used to stand on the table and pretend to sing. Elvis, German hits of the 50s, Fats Domino, old fairy tale records (we didn't sing along with them), I loved them ... and one single we had was "God rest ye merry, gentlemen". Somehow I never bothered to learn the whole text and for whatever reason until now I always thought it was "God rest ye, merry gentlemen". Why? No idea. Maybe I just liked the thought of merry gentlemen ...
Ever since I was a child, I was drawn to Christmas carols. I'm one of those annoying people who starts whistling Jingle Bells in summer without noticing the weird looks all around.
I love the traditional songs, I love the pop songs (NOT "Last Christmas", though, ban that song off the radio, please!), I love the German ones, the English ones, I love "Santa Baby" sung by Eartha Kitt, I'm just hopeless!
One of my favorites will always be "God rest ye merry, gentlemen", though. In fact I'll listen to it now.