Dean Martin - Once In A While

This man will forever remind me of my mother. I say that like she’s passed on, but she definitely has not. Regardless, I can literally not hear Dean Martin and not think of her.
We entertain family and friends at our house fairly regularly, but especially on certain holidays. St. Patrick’s, Labour Day, but especially - the one I hold dearest, in so, so many ways in my heart - Christmas Eve. And in my younger years especially, when everyone had drifted off to their homes, to their sugar-plum dreams, I remember. Just before being hustled off to bed myself so that Santa wouldn’t skip our house, my mom would put on her Dean Martin CDs and start cleaning up the kitchen. And I’m sure I’ve fallen asleep on more than one occasion to that music.
He’s near and dear to my heart, as is - obviously - my mother. This is pretty cutesy, so I’ll cut it out. I suppose it’s just nice to have music like this that touches on so many great memories. The nice thing about memories is I can have them as long as I want…