X out the music

Due to lack of inspiration for what to write about, I am going to talk about what I don’t like. You can tell me that I have a spiritless soul or call me Scrooge for that matter. The fact, is the majority of Christmas music is just flat out annoying.
The day after Thanksgiving we are bombarded with Christmas
tunes on the radio and wherever
we decide to do our holiday shopping. The problem with this is that it continues for a month. Over and over we have to hear the same generic songs that we have heard for years upon end. They never seem to change. If the music was so amazing, one would think that we would listen to it on a yearly basis. However, we have all been in the situation when someone gives you a dirty look for playing “The Christmas Song” in June. But then the holidays
roll around and Christmas carols are burned into our heads. So why is it justified to play the song in Macy’s for a month straight if we can’t get away with playing the song in the summer season?
One song describes the Christmas season with the words, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” but I would have to disagree.
Yes, it is pleasant to spend time with the family, giving and receiving with each other and all that good stuff. Especially finals. Yeah, that is an awesome time of the year.
Every Christmas I make a wish on that lucky star atop the tree in hopes that I can bask in the moment forever. Sorry, but summertime
is nice and warm and I can spend my days on the beach. I am not loaded down with finals like I am at the end of December. Summer is the most wonderful time of the year.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that there are many talented artists
who have created Christmas music. Bing Crosby is a fine example. The man has a wonderful
voice and if I had to choose a Christmas album I would most likely choose to listen to ol’ Bing. To be frank though, I’m not sure I need a full song dedicated to how they say Merry Christmas in Hawaii.
The truth lies in the reality that people do not listen to Christmas
music because it is good. They listen to it for the spirit of Christmas; for that spirit of Santa Claus, who, by the way, does not exist. “Here comes Santa Claus/Here comes Santa Claus/ Right down Santa Clause Lane.” That’s just your parents spending way too much money on your spoiled ass.
I’m not saying I don’t like getting presents or anything. It does feel good to know that people care and love me to the point that they go out of their way to spend their hard-earned cash on gifts. But really, it’s not that I am some dark, hateful sinner who hates Christmas. I’m just bugged from hearing the same music repeatedly,
especially when it doesn’t tickle my heartless soul.