On Christmas music:
It starts on the radio a few days before Thanksgiving, and since my parents listen to country music, for almost a whole month my ears are inundated with aural manure. Let me give you this lyric example:
Christmas in the Northwest is a gift that we can share/Christmas in the Northwest is a child's answered prayer/Something Something Something, Something Something Something/Christmas in the Northwest is a gift God wrapped in green.
Hm, I can't remember the last time I decided to share weather or holidays with somebody. It kind of just happens. Believe me, if I could, I would put all the sunshine and hailstorms and Diwalis in a box and selfishly hide them in my closet. No Halloween for chu! Then I'd sit at my computer in my Sailor Moon costume and browse the Internet every October, for no real reason. Every Independence Day I'd get arrested. The line that really gets me, though is the one about the child's answered prayer. Gu-huh what? I was born and raised in the Northwest, and if I ever prayed for a grey sky, perpetual rain, squishy lawns, grody-looking cars and houses from all the mud, and still, somehow, a need for gloves, earmuffs, and other snow trappings, DESPITE THE LACK OF SNOW, may I be struck off this earth.
Oh, look. Still here.
I could do a whole blog on crappy contemporary Christmas songs, but I can't bear to think about them.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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