More trite Christmas music
We have so much shit music dumped on us during this time of year. Jingle Bell Rock and Rock’in’ Around The Christmas Tree, both by Brenda Lee, if my memory serves me. Who the FUCK wants to tolerate these chestnuts any longer? How about I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause? I suppose it’s better than I Saw Mommy Blowing Santa Clause, but the melody and lyrics still, uh, suck. There’s The Beach Boy’s feckless lunge at Christmas music, Run, Run, Roodolph, which went the way of The Third Reich. Then we have the grandaddy of ‘em all, White Christmas, by Irving Berlin, from his Broadway show, Holiday Inn. Every songsmith on the face of the earth would KILL to come up with another White Christmas, because it’s a fucking gold mine of royalties. So, brace yourself for hearing it repeatedly over the next few days.
My belabored point is that Christmas is sacred, not secular. Pop music has no place in Christmas, no more than Black Friday, Instacart and DoorDash do. Do you think DoorDash gets to your home faster than Santa? Does your Dasher place a finger aside of his nose, and up the chimney s/he rose?
You’re lucky if your fucking Dasher even personally hands you your delivery. Your food is sitting at your front door with a DoorDash bag that tells all homeless folks, “Hey! Free food here!”
Have yourself a merry little Christmas.