Christmas songs I’m sick of.

On Wednesday sometime, Shopko turned on its Christmas music rotation. Twenty-five of the same songs sung over and over by different people. That’s not even an exaggeration. Okay, so it is. But I bet it’s not off by that much.

  1. I THINK the title of the song is “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?” It goes like this, at least some renditions: “What are you doing New Year’s, Newwwwwwww Yeeeeeeeeear’s eeeeeeeeeeeeeve?” Yeesh.
  2. “The Twelve Days of Christmas” There’s 3 or 4 different versions they play. Only one has the original words, but they’re all getting on my nerves. Gimme Shrek’s version any day.
  3. “I’ll be home for Christmas”
  4. “Happy Holidays” What is it about people that they have to make up things Santa might bring in his sleigh?
  5. “Christmas was made for children” I have no idea who sings this, but they’re really annoying. Lounge singing at its, uh, most typical.
  6. “Winter Wonderland”
  7. “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” “From now on our troubles will be out of sight.” Yeah right.

  8. “Santa Claus is coming to town” No he isn’t.

I’m not saying everything they’re playing sucks. Some of the instrumental stuff is…well, it’s not great, but it’s tolerable. And they throw in some pieces from the Charlie Brown Christmas special. And I don’t mind listening to Elvis. But really…why not at least mix it up with the regular music? At least then you won’t be hearing the same song fifteen times in one night.

I’ve never liked Santa Claus.

When I was really young, I was afraid of him. Actually I was afraid of ANY twit dressed up in a silly costume. Now they all just annoy me.

Lots of things I don’t like about Santa Claus. Firstly, and most obviously, is that modern society has placed so much value on this mythical being, on getting presents, that the real focus of Christmas is lost. True, Christmas is all about one very important gift. But unlike Santa Claus leaving presents under your tree, that gift doesn’t depend on being good.

[side note: Besides, the whole Santa Claus thing reinforces the common belief that you have to be good & kill yourself doing good things for anybody to notice you. And this is especially harmful when it’s God who you’re trying to get the attention of, because all he really wants is for us to know him. And even after you do know him, he still doesn’t expect you to make yourself better. You CAN’T make yourself better, only he can do that for you.]

The other thing that really bugs me is I don’t like how society allows parents to lie to their children for possibly the first ten years of their lives to get them to be good little boys and girls, and then tell them, “Well, umm, no, there isn’t REALLY a Santa Claus…umm, no, we didn’t lie to you, exactly, we just…stretched the truth a little…there WAS a Saint Nick in England who gave presents to children, but he died a long time ago…oh, no, don’t cry….”

Ahem. Wouldn’t it be better to just tell them the truth from the start? Kids can get really messed up that way. One seemingly benign event in a person’s life can profoundly affect the rest of it. And if you say you don’t have crap from your past that’s still bugging you & affecting the way you think/act/feel, you’re either lying, or it’s buried so deep you don’t even know it’s there anymore.

So no, I don’t really go for all the Christmas movies about Santa Claus. I went to see The Santa Clause when it came out several years ago, and I left the theater feeling depressed. I can’t imagine I’d enjoy its sequel any better. No, for Christmas entertainment I prefer to stick with the classics: White Christmas and the Peanuts gang.

“We’re doing it for a pal in the army.” “Eh, it’s not good, but it’s a reason.”

Pictures, pictures, and more pictures.

Over the last day or so, Darrin has been moving all his pictures to my site. So you can now find almost all of them at http://www.melvania.org/gallery/.

And as soon as I a) get around to finding out if I still have my camera’s software, or b) buy a new PCMCIA card adapter for the memory card, I’ll upload the last of my own pictures as well.
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