Christmas Music
I dislike Christmas music. I don't like the cheesy lyrics. The promise of white winters. The sound of chestnuts roasting on an open fire. The merry tinkling of sleigh bells. Who here has even seen a real-life sleigh, anyway? Certainly not me. I believe that the only OK time for Christmas music is possibly Christmas Day. Not in November. Or during the entire month of December. Not on the radio. Not at the mall. Not at work. And DEFINITELY not the post office, the bank, Jamba Juice, etc.Am I a Christmas Scrooge? Absolutely not. I love the holiday season. I love my family and enjoy getting a chance to see everyone. I love that it's pretty much the only time of the year where overeating is not only acceptable, but encouraged. I actually like shopping for Christmas presents, decorating a tree, going to see the lights, even making a faux gingerbread house out of graham crackers and Betty Crocker frosting. The whole nine yards. But I can't stand the music.
Maybe it was all those years of being forced to sing in elementary school holiday pagents. Or maybe it's that as much as I love shopping, I hate how crowded malls get during those post-Thanksgiving weeks and due to what's playing over the PA system, hearing even a hint of "Jingle Bell Rock" reminds me of fighting over reduced-priced goods with the crazed sale-hungry masses. Or maybe it was the two Christmases I spent in Japan, where I was forced to sing all four verses (yes, there are FOUR) of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" in class over and over and over again.
So please, for the sake of my sanity, turn off your radios, refrain from humming these infectious tunes, and keep your CDs of Kenny G plays our holiday favorites away from me until December 24th/25th. I would greatly appreciate it.
