Thursday, November 03, 2005

I have a confession

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christmas music


I do, when I hear that first song, it makes me feel like bundling up in a scarf and mittens and going ice skating in Rockefeller Center and drinking hot apple cider and wrapping presents and sitting next to a fireplace in a cabin. It makes me feel all cozy and friendly to my fellow man, like I should be helping old ladies across the street and tossing all my spare change at that Salvation Army guy ringing the bell outside of the grocery store.

Before I turn into a complete fucking Pollyanna, though, and start hugging homeless people and kissing babies*, I get over that warm holiday glow, this usually happens after I've heard my 5th Britney Spears/Backstreet Boys/Christina Aguilera/Destiny's Child butchering/oversinging of a Christmas standard. Then I get back to my normal having-fun-at-the-expense-of-others self - Whew.

Since every retailer in the entire world got together and voted to start playing Christmas music in July, I'm going to be completely over the whole Christmas scene any minute now and may turn homocidal if I hear anything by Clay Aiken**, Mariah Carey or any other "musical" artist who insists upon showcasing his or her entire range in every song. At this point the only holiday music that I can even imagine being able to handle would be anything by Frank Sinatra or "Christmas Wrapping" by the Waitresses.


*no idea why I chose to equate those two - not exactly on par with each other, are they?

** this is not reserved for only Clay Aiken Christmas music, anything by him drives me up a wall