I am on the cusp of accomplishing something unprecedented.
As I type at midday on Christmas Eve 2011, I have—this entire season—completely avoided every single annoying Christmas song there is.
I mean completely. I’ve not heard “Feliz Navidad” once. Not a single piercingly annoying bar of “Wonderful Christmastime” has sullied my auditory canal. That stupid hippopotamus song? Nope. And any cackle you’ve had at that wacky Grandma having too much eggnog has not been shared with me.
I’ve even avoided the minor irritations. Seems like there’s some Mariah Carey song with Macaulay Culkin acting a fool in the video I used to hear. “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree?” “Jingle Bell Rock”? “Santa Baby,” which is good for two listens and then grates forever? All absent from my Christmas season experience this year.
Are you jealous?
I didn’t set out to do it. I just noticed about a week ago that it had happened that way. Looking good to be able to maintain it, too. Headed to church in a bit, with a budding Christmas Eve dinner tradition to follow, so the rest of today seems safe. None of our usual Christmas Day activities necessarily include third party-selected soundtrack, either.
I like it.