Not that I really needed any justification for this sentiment, but I heard my first Christmas music of the year in Barnes & Noble the campus bookstore this afternoon. What song was it? That stupid bloody “buy my dying mama shoes in case she meets Jesus on Christmas Eve” bilge, followed by some horrifically depressing and funereal organ performance of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” that nearly had the whole store in tears.
If I’d had any Christmas spirit to begin with, I surely would have lost it right then and there.
Ugh, Christmas Shoes! Seriously the worst. I remember listening to Christmas music on the radio with my aunts, and they’d shush everyone anytime that song came on, and offer codas like “you kids would nevah do that faw me!”
And frankly, if they shushed you and made you listen to that song, I don’t think they deserved any damned new shoes to begin with!