MERRY OFFICIAL HOLIDAY MONTH. It’s begun in earnest now, and the holly-tsunami will only build and build until it smashes us into cranberry-red emotional jam in three weeks. Strap in and enjoy. At least we have snow. And at least we have work – I don’t know about your weekend, but five days was too much wonderfulness, and the full measure of a week lashed to the machinery looks pretty good.
If you shopped this weekend, you heard songs. Your host was sitting in a café at Bachmann’s on Sunday, eating an overpriced but delicious turkey sandwich, and the music was all the traditional favorites, including songs that have no business being placed in eternal rotation. Seriously: “Christmas in Killarney” is only played because it trades off the Bing vibe. “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” makes me grit my teeth as well; can’t quite visualize how that’s done. But there’s no way to pry that song from the playlist. Half a century later, there it is, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Later Sunday night we put up the tree, and this called for music from the satellite TV provider holiday channel. They seem to avoid the rote over-emoting versions put out by modern pop singers, which is good – I really, really don’t want to hear Fiona Apple sing that “pa-rum-pa-pa-rum” song - but the reliance on the back catalog means you have to endure songs you’d be content never to hear again. I don’t mind Steve and Edie’s “Sleigh Ride” – it’s obligatory – but that thing is so deeply burned into my brain I automatically join in with Steve’s frighteningly robust HYUK HYUK HYUK at the end. Since Edie prefaces his HYUKS with “oohhh, LOOK OUT!” it’s possible Steve has gone insane, and decided to drive the sleigh right off the road into a tree, and the last thing we hear is his mad, mindless laughter.
That song I can take. It’s “We Need a Little Christmas” I can’t stand. I don’t know why; it just seems like the result of an experiment in 1962 to create a new standard. They fed punchcards into an IBM computer, and that’s what they got. I heard it twice while we did the tree. Once by Johnny Mathis, pushing his soul through his nose as usual, and once by ANGELA LANSBURY.
Your favorite song? Your least favorite? It’s December; do tell.


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i give you christmas with a dalek. because nothing says 'happy holidays' like spending it with a homicidal killing machine... wait... that's actually kinda cool... back away from the fruitcake grandma!
oh and...
let's go gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobblin'... gobble gobble gobblin'!
and for law and order fans the 'duhnn-duhnn!' sound - make it your ringtone!
get 'em while this ftp space is still available