So I've discovered something a little alarming about myself this holiday season: I actually like holiday music! I don't know how it happened, but I now fully embrace every cheesy jingle bell and random Santa rhyme.
Now, I've never hated holiday music, but I've always been of the less is more mind frame when it comes to decking the halls. A few carols at a party, a song here and there on the radio, a little holiday music can go a long way to getting me in the holiday mood. But too much Frosty the Snowman
could really turn me into a Grinch. So when Sharpie told the Vine DJ's that we would be playing all holiday music from Black Friday through Christmas, I inwardly groaned and began dreading it. I vowed to stop listening to the station in my free time. My morning meals with the child would no longer have the quippy retorts of Good Morning Bob in the back ground. We would be resorting to Pandora's toddler station where I would hear 50 versions of Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed
every morning. But it would be better than constant Christmas cheer.
But then a strange thing happened. The morning after Thanksgiving, I automatically turned on the radio while making the child's oatmeal and heard my first holiday song of the season. And I didn't turn it off. In fact, I left the radio on all morning. I told myself I just wasn't up to another version of You Are My Sunshine
this morning. But I did it again the next morning. And the morning after that. And pretty soon, I was singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
during diaper changes (which was a welcome change from Old McDonald
, no matter how cute it is when the child baa's). Then we were dancing to Jingle Bell Rock
and singing Joy to the World
. I soon found myself digging into my memory to sing the alto part of Silent Night,
learned long ago for high school show choir. What is wrong with me? Have I lost my edge? Am I no longer the disaffected, sarcastic quipster I once was? Have I become lame?
Yes and no. I've decided that the holiday season is the one time of year when it is better to be festive than cool. Why not embrace all of those holiday traditions I enjoyed as a child but skewered once hormones and peer pressure made it better to be unimpressed? I could totally cop out and say I'm doing it for the child. And I am. Its really fun to watch her experience the holidays for the first time. But I'm also doing it for me. It makes me feel happy and cheerful, which is something that everyone needs, especially when raising a stubborn toddler. And holiday music is so darn cheerful and happy, its hard not to feel the same way when listening to it.
Not to mention how family friendly it is. For one month a year, I know I won't have to answer questions like "What does Rock Your Body
mean?" or "Why can't the lady singing remember what she did last night?" (Thanks for that Katy Perry. Curse you and your catchy songs!) Now its Holly Jolly Christmas
and Sleigh Ride
and trying to explain who Burl Ives is and why ponies have bob tails. Much easier.
That being said, with four days left until Christmas, I know my holiday music will be going away soon. And I am okay with that. Because holiday music, like the holiday season, wouldn't be as magical if it happened all year long. And gorging on holiday music now will make me appreciate the light Sauvignon Rock that will return on December 26. I just have to come up with better explanations for why Madonna doesn't want her Papa to preach. What do you think? Will you miss the holiday music when its gone?