For us all there is some little thing that we carry through our lives as precious, cherished, immune to the changing tides of life and invulnerable to the corrupting influence of either memory or association. Though it has been with us for decades, it remains as integral & untarnished as it was the first day it chose us (as all great art does; not only does it choose us, but it defines every last damn thing we are); for as the poet wrote - a thing of beauty and a joy forever.... Looking around the festive mess of our house right now my eyes alight on several contenders, but on this third day of Christmas my personal TOBAAJF would have to be Side Two of the first album by Hatfield and the North.

What's yours?