Anyway. She would put on as many as the record player would allow. Remember how you could get about six or seven of them balanced on the spindle ? And as each finished, the arm would lift, move off to the side, and plunk! The next album would drop in place, the arm would move to the edge, and the inevitable, sssshhh, sssshhhh, could be heard first and then the song would start.
What memories! My brother and I would go to bed, and the music would play and play. I realize now she was camouflaging the sound of her and Dad bringing out the presents.
All that said, for me, even as a little girl, no one could sing like Elvis. Nope, not even Sinatra. Not Bing. Not Harry Belafonte.
I tried to find a live version of him performing this song, Silver Bells, but no luck. Just close your eyes and listen. Brrrrr! His voice still gives me the shivers!