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Why I don’t like listening to Christmas music…

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I had an epiphany the other day at my piano lesson. (Yes, I take piano lessons. And no, I’m not a good student.) (Or a good pianist.)

She asked if I wanted any Christmas music for homework. I quickly said no. “Why not?!”

Hmmm…

In that brief instant, I realized why I’m not a fan of premature Christmas music:

By the time Christmas is upon us, I’ve been subjected to so much holiday music that I don’t want to hear anym0re. (I know – the blasphemy!) I’m tired of it before the day ever arrives. It’s been profaned by the immeasurable amount of commercialism in our country. Profaned by radio stations who want to increase listeners. Profaned by the stores who start playing it before Thanksgiving even hits. Profaned by TV, movies, etc etc etc… All in a cultural push for shopping and Santa and stuff. Thanks to the blatant commercialism of one of Christianity’s most holy days, THE day isn’t as enjoyable for me. By then, I’ve had enough of the music.

What does all this have to do with the title for this post? I try to avoid the music on the radio and in the stores for as long as I can, in an effort to preserve the music for the big day. Because I love it so much, I try not to listen to it until its time.

Does this make me crazy? Probably.

But those of you who like to listen to Christmas music year round? Y’all are a bit crazy, too. ;)

Checkin’ it twice

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  1. A vacation with my husband.
  2. $20,000 dollars.
  3. Warm weather.

What if Santa really did pay attention to our Christmas wish lists? What would be your top three?

And, because this is the most important factor: have you been naughty or nice this year? eh? Come on – time to ‘fess up!

Write Now

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9:14pm Black Friday, November 28, 2008

I ate too much. And then I ate some more. I had no intentions of gorging myself on Thanksgiving leftovers today, seein’ as how I don’t like the whole Thanksgiving spread. But when my granny makes chocolate chip cookies, and my mama turns the leftover turkey into soup, well… accidents happen!

Would I be brave enough to admit that I have officially unbuttoned the top button of my jeans? Nope. Not gonna do that.

Just finished playing Settlers of Catan with my bro & his wife & my mom. Lee (my bro) is one of my favorite people. We laugh and laugh and laugh together. Usually it involves quick jokes that nobody else hears. Or “your mama” jokes, which can be beyond absurd among siblings.

I miss Drew. He’s not here. He’s in Boston. Well-fed. And studying. This is the first Holiday we’ve spent apart, and it is a strange experience. I called him last night and we talked for an hour. Two minutes into the conversation, he smiled (you know, the type of smile that you can hear over the phone) and said, “That southern accent is back and I love it.” I didn’t know he loved my accent. I think I’ll try to keep it this time.

“Home” is fast becoming a complicated word in my life. Four days ago, I told people I was about to go home. Now, I’m telling people I go home on Sunday. Home. I think I have a lot of homes. I think I like that.

Tomorrow I will meet the boyfriend. I’m really looking forward to that. I’m more excited about meeting him than I am about eating at Cracker Barrel. I know. Crazy, isn’t it?

Ok. Your turn. What’s going on in your life? Write. Now.