Happy Birthday, Jesus

This is a funny story that was brought to my mind as I was cleaning out my closet the other day. Way up high on the top shelf, I pulled down a big box. In that box, was a small version of the old record players years ago that played by themselves. They had those big huge records, with the little dots on them that played as it turned around. My great-aunt had one. I loved to listen to it at Christmas time when we would go to her apartment. She was never married, had no children to leave her precious things with, and just had an extended family that helped take care of her. After she died, her record player ended up at our house with a few other things. It stayed wrapped up in the basement for a few years.