With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings when friends come to call, it’s the “hap-happiest season of all”:http://www.chebucto.ns.ca/~av359/xmas/carols/wond.html! Yes, that’s right, there’s holiday music blaring from the speakers of all of the stores and malls out there and I love it. I wish July could be like this.
I realize this is an unpopular position to take, but, darn it, I think that holiday music is one of the very best things in life. What else is so happy, so full of hope, so expectant of a wonderful future? What else is so generically nostalgic, so reminiscent of youth?
At this very moment, they’re playing “O Christmas Tree” (or “Maryland, My Maryland”:http://www.mdarchives.state.md.us/msa/mdmanual/01glance/html/symbols/lyrics.html) on Monday Night Football. I’m beaming.
I think my love for holiday music started in elementary school. I’m an awful singer, but, in the annual Christmas Sing, I could belt it out and have my complete inability to hit any note at all masked by the golden-throated youngsters by my side. Who wouldn’t like an opportunity to, for once, sing sing sing?
Then, as I grew older, my rebellious instincts grew. I liked being different, dammit, and I still do. And, since everybody hates Christmas songs, I grew to love them. Yes, my passion for “The Little Drummer Boy” is a way of acting out against authority. And, so long as you and people like you — Communists all — keep hating holiday songs, I’ll keep loving them.