With the snow gently and beautifully falling here in Oakville, I harken almost wistfully to the days of my childhood. Whereupon every first snowfall, this album was placed on the turntable and the mechanical arm would delicately place the needle on the first song of side “A”. I can almost hear the static through the tower speakers as we waited patiently for Mathis to do his thing… and for dad to do his; grab whoever was around (we loved it when it was mom!) and take them for a twirl while he belted out, Mathis-esque, “Winter Wonderland”.  I think I know what I’m doing with my kids when they get home.