You're A Mean One Mr Grinch
When I say the words, “I hate Christmas music,” inevitability, I’m called a grinch.
Sorry. I honestly hate Christmas music. It was bad enough when, early in my radio career, we would start playing Christmas music at about two weeks prior to Christmas. It got worse when December first would be the official start of working Christmas music into our playlists. And now, with Christmas music hitting radio at Thanksgiving, it’s unbearable.
But it’s worse than that. You see, when you start hearing Christmas music on road radio means that artists and labels have already been sending me Christmas music for at least a couple of weeks.
How many versions of Let It Snow do we really need (I hate snow too)? How many chestnuts need to we have to hear about being roasted on an open fire? Silent Nights are no longer silent because someone, somewhere IS PLAYING CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!
As if hearing incessant versions of the same popular Christmas songs for six weeks isn’t bad enough, new or indie artists are releasing new Christmas songs almost on a daily basis. Stop. Please, for the love of everything holy, STOP.
Honestly, I’m not a grinch. I like Christmas.
I think my favorite Christmases were the ones when I lived in England. Christmas didn’t seem quite so over-the-top, and we could walk into the city center, go to the cathedral, and hear Christmas hymns sung beautifully. Peterborough Cathedral always did it up nicely. On Christmas Day, local pubs would open for a couple of hours so we could stop in and have a pint with friends and neighbors while Christmas dinner was cooking.
And the Christmas music didn’t seem so…intrusive.
I love Christmas with my wife. We actually decorate a big Pencil Cactus instead of a tree…and it’s different.
But I still hate Christmas music.
Except for one song.
Just one. And it’s not even really a Christmas song.
Fairytale of New York by The Pogues, featuring Kirsty MacColl. Here are some of the lyrics:
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
Won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
But you really need to hear the song to appreciate the sentiment. And it’s the one Christmas song that I can listen to all year long.
So, you see. I’m not really a grinch. I do like one (sort of) Christmas song.
“…and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day.”