Tag: Christmas

Music To My Ears

The worst part about the Christmas season, even worse than the pressure to have to buy people gifts out of obligation, worse than having to reach into the depths of your creative soul because you don’t have any money to spend, worse than everyone else getting a holiday except for you because your industry is the busiest during the holidays and PTO, that is hilarious.  The worst part about Christmas is the music.  Christmas music is so terrible that it makes me shake.  It fills me with a special kind of hatred reserved for the most annoying moments of my life.  I would rather listen to top billboard hits than Christmas music.  I would rather listen to a Taylor Swift and Alvin the Chipmunks cameo than any Christmas music.  I struggle with understanding how it got this bad, this cliché, this downright awful.

Don’t these retail stores know what they are doing?  I want to get out the store as soon as possible.  In fact, I wont even step foot inside a store that is blasting jungle bells, or something about a reindeer and a snow man.  This genre of “music” is basically nursery rhymes that adults pour in their heartfelt falsetto and add a festive tambourine into the simplest of melodies and the shallowest of meaning.

Everyone is getting a hug this year, a silent glorious hug.

Holiday Hijack

Where did thanksgiving go? I thought that we collectively agreed as a culture to not start Christmas until after the esteemed Turkey Day?  Thanksgiving is an important holiday- it is the celebration of the final harvest before the cold sets in, honoring the life giving land, the mineral rich black soil that is the mother to us all, respecting the beauty of vegetables, the satisfaction of fruit, the life of birds.

This subtle societal agreement to wait for the Christmas is so far being observed that we are putting up Christmas posters and store art the very day after Halloween.  The very next day, just to rub it in like an immature revenge, the red and green are all abound, the lights twinkling from the ceiling, dead trees elaborately dressed in all the glory the living has to offer.  The tree blinks, and glistens, and glitters, topped with a star plucked from the heaves above.  Why are people so excited for Christmas?  We prepared so full heartedly, so spiritually enthusiastically, so momentously monetarily, so overwhelmingly aesthetically, and the very next day after Christmas it is all taken down and cast aside like a teenage crush.  After this big lead up to Christmas, we are so ready for it to be over.  How about instead we wait longer to get into the spirit and try to keep that joy around for a little longer than a day.  I don’t know if this nation of Christians are aware, but Christmas lasts for 12 whole days.  That’s like 12 times longer than we actually celebrate it.

Let’s bring back the wind up to thanksgiving, let reinvent the glamour in this holiday of culinary and harvest appreciation, and let’s try to give Christmas a fair shake.

Love,

Marigold.