I generally don't like Christmas albums. We had to listen to them a lot when I was young, as they were the only ones my owl fella had and he would wind up the radiogramme at Christmas, gather all the crappy Xmas records (78s) from the attic and we'd have to listen to ****ing Bing Crosby, Andy Williams et al. And all this while fending off hungry brontosauruses and avoiding swooping pterodactyls!
Really put me off those type of records. I'm not even fond of too many Christmas songs, other than the usual ones. Actually, this one is bloody epic, now that I think of it.
