I am the first to admit I love Christmas music. I have a nice collection of tunes I keep on my Walkman and I shuffle them in with my other music so I have Christmas music all year long. Yes, I listen to ‘Frosty, the Snowman’ by Leon Redbone and Dr. John in July. Deal with it.
Other people hate, abhor, despise and loathe Christmas music. The stress of the holiday coupled with incessant cheer is too much to bear for some people. I think I work with ALL of these people.
We put up the tree and some decorations in the restaurant today. Then Darren tuned the music to the Sounds of the Season channel, and you would have thought we were listening to fingernails on chalkboards. The groaning, moaning and bitching started immediately and lasted all night. I tried to lighten the mood by singing along with all the songs I knew, but that elicited “shut up,” “put a cork in it,” and “fuck off” from my co-workers. I even pointed out that for one month we wouldn’t have to listen to Taylor Swift whine, but that brought no joy to the fun stoppers.
I’ve found Christmas music is a lot like sex: It’s best when you stop fighting and just lie back and enjoy it.