One of the great details of Christmas, of course, is Christmas music, and there are few people in the world who love it more than I do. I’d play Christmas music 12 months a year if it were socially acceptable.

This is the first year my son actually understands Christmas and among other things I’ve enjoyed sharing with him the great songs of the holiday. He has taken to Frank Sinatra’s “Jingle Bells” (you know the one… J-I-N-G-L-E Bells) and can now not only call for it by name and artist but spell it as well.

“Sinatra Christmas,” he’ll say, when I request a playlist for our morning commute.

Frank Sinatra would be 101 today, spreading Christmas joy to a new century, and a new generation of O’Connell.