Today is the origin of the holiday we call Christmas. Technically the believers in Christ celebrate his “birth” on December 25, but really the Christians just put little baby Jesus in a manger at this time of year because the pagans already celebrated a bunch of shit right now. I’m all knowledgeable about this stuff and you should believe me. The other fact I know about this time of year is that the music is amazing and awful. It isn’t often that one gets this magnificent combination, but when it happens it is like a stripper giving out free lap dances on the day you take your coworker out to celebrate his recent engagement to that chick he knocked up a few months ago.
Where was I? Oh right, Christmas music. I absu-fraking-lutely love listening to Christmas music. Maybe it’s because my parents made us listen to it, but this is one brainwashing I don’t fully hate. I love that when the shit is hitting the electric heater in my office (the very heater we have to use because our building won’t adequately heat our office) I can turn on some Bing and I’m back in a place where no amount of stupidity can hurt me. My brothers and I would roar with laughter when stupid old, dead Bing Crosby started singing about Christmas in Killarney. Of course, we didn’t know that Killarney was real place and that we probably had ancestors there. We just found the rhythm and lyrics ridiculous.
Some twenty years later, I remember the joy we experienced in those moments. Something so essentially happy is captured in my soul and reflected when I hear the Christmas songs that seemed bothersome or irritating as a kid. So many memories (good or bad) can be triggered by our senses, but is generally a comfort to me that the music of Christmases gone by makes me engage with a bygone part of my life. So much of my holiday build up is about stress: stress over shopping, angst over getting crap done at work before closure, and mostly stress over what to give that person in the bloggy gift exchange. Then I put on my holiday mix and all is good in the world.
Yet I know that Christmas music is a bit controversial. A lot of people seem to hate it, A LOT. When it gets stuck in their heads, they are driven mad. I think this is the definition of the human experience: that which makes one person happy makes the other psychotically depressed.
So which are you, my dear bloggy friends? Does a Mele Kalikimaka make you smile with memories of luaus gone by or vomit up the roasts porks gone by? Either way, what is or isn’t your favorite music of the season. Share, scare, and swear away.