Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint;
protect my life from the threat of the enemy.
A local radio station plays only Christmas music from the day after Thanksgiving through Christmas Day. I’m sure when they started this, it sounded like a good idea. But as a listener subjected against her will to at least 8 hours a day of solid Christmas pop tunes, let me say: It is not a good idea. I cannot emphasize enough what a bad idea this is. Who wants to hear “Feliz Navidad,” “Little Drummer Boy,” “Silver Bells,” “Jingle Bells,” “Christmas Shoes,” “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire,” or any number of other Christmas classics day in and day out? After the 50,000th repetition, instead of feeling Christmas cheer, I feel Christmas fury. It is not the happiest time of year, with this Christmas music torture. This soul-deep revulsion fills me when I hear the tinkle of little bells. I have to forcibly restrain myself from smashing the offending radio (in the cube across the way) at the opening notes of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Last week I had the following (abridged) conversation with the coworker playing the music:
Me: How is this even a Christmas song?
Coworker: What? Oh, I don’t even hear it. I just have it on for the background noise.