Long, long ago — back in 1992, to be precise — Jim and I and our three daughters recorded on a behomoth camcorder a Christmas program for Jim’s dad and stepmom, the girls’ long-distance grandparents. The special show recorded in our living room featured several songs, most of them lip-synced, by Brianna, Megan, and Andrea, individually as well as as a group, plus a finale in which Jim and I appeared.

Crazy to think that was nearly three decades ago. Yet Every. Single. Time I hear the song Winter Wonderland, I think of the following precious part of our long-ago production:

I’m oh-so grateful Winter Wonderland runs repeatedly on the radio and more this time of year, repeatedly reminding me of that winner of a Wonderland performance starring my precious girls.

(If you’ve been a longtime Grandma’s Briefs reader, you may vaguely recall me writing about this before. I did! In 2010. But that video post was lost somehow in last year’s migration of my blog to an updated Squarespace platform.)