Even though my mother liked to sing, my parents had few to none interest in recorded music.
The only album my father would play was a double LP by Boby Lapointe.
They had two disks of Robert Schuman music, which I never heard them play, and one of Wagner for my brother (when he turned 16 or 17).
As kids, we were played Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker on a label designed to suit children's tastes. That's all I can remember, this one and a 7" from a cartoon called Vicky the Viking.
I couldn't hum any of those tunes now though.
Et Petit Papa Noël de Tino Rossi, un must, how could I forget, we can't escape this one even now
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