George Michael

Since we’re officially 9 days away from Christmas, it only feels right to share another Christmas song.

George Michael has always held a permanent seat in my life’s soundtrack.
Right up there with Whitney.
Right up there with Luther.
His voice has walked with me through some of my happiest moments… and one breakup that mattered more than I like to admit.

The song. The video. The feeling.
It all takes me straight back home.

I remember, I was in my childhood bedroom, sitting near my boom box, finger hovering over the record button.
Once I heard it on the radio, I just had to have it.
I taped it straight off the radio onto a cassette I labeled “Terry’s Christmas Jams.”

And yes—I remember that exact detail.
Every single part of it.
Some memories don’t fade. They imprint.

Christmas doesn’t officially start for me until I hear Wham’s Last Christmas.
And it doesn’t feel complete until I let it play all the way through—memories, emotions, and all.

Some songs don’t just play.
They remember you back.
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