The main character in Nick Hornby’s About a Boy takes special note of the first time in the year he hears a particular xmas song. Because his father made gazillions from a novelty xmas song, never had another hit and drank himself to death, he hates xmas. And I think, Ding Dong!, that’s me, I hate xmas, too!
I have tried playing this game of noting when I hear the first xmas song of the season. This year I yelled at a trio of eleven year olds for singing one in a car on Halloween, because they were throwing my count off. I mean, that can’t really count, can it?
I have not yet legitimately heard the first song, the first strains of cheer meant to make me wax all holiday and break out my Black Amex. Nevertheless, the race is definitely on. Last night the red, gold and green lights over Grand St. and Graham Ave. in Brooklyn were lit for the first time. I have grown to love these lights. Winter lasts about four months around here, sometimes longer. The holiday season, as irritating as it is in many respects, lights up my frigid, late night, wind battered bike ride for about half of that. I find myself actually enjoying passing beneath the glittering lights, where the streets were previously dark and desolate.
Now for the song. Which will it be? I am pretty much ok with anything except for Bob Seger’s version of “the Little Drummer Boy”. Think about it, all those thickly bearded p-p-p-plosives. Whosever idea that was, you are so fired from xmas. Ye Gods. It’s enough to make scrooges of us all.
Now you’ve gone and done it….you opened the door to McCartney! don’t you know he’s like a vampire and can’t come in unless you invite him?? SIMPly haVING…
I vote SANTA BABY (Madonna’s rancidcrotched take on Betty Boop) as the worst xmas song. That shiz gets stuck in my head for DAYS every year.
Well, you have all revolted me sufficiently. Well done. I would have said “Daddy Please Don’t Get Drunk on Christmas” or whatever it is, that John Denver song. But Dolly Parton probably has some orphan Christmas songs, so I can’t count those out.
Singing orphans?!? Are there no workhouses…?
I _Despise_ Bob Seger, in Any Form, 2 the Point that I will Kill him, just like Tom Cruise. I’m ALL 4 Gay Rights, but Geez.
P.s. – Little Hands make the Best Sneakers.
If “A Very Tom Cruise Christmas” ever gets recorded, I know who to buy it for.
you forgot the christmas shoes one where the boy is an orphan or poor or something and his mother is already dead but he’s trying to buy her these damn tacky whore pumps anyway.
Christmas Shoes!!!
Speaking of Patton Oswalt-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5iyV7N5jvI
Great, you have all moved on to physically hurting me. desist at once!