Oh, Good, It's The Holidays... And Classic Christmas Music
I'm going to have to keep it short today, I've got a life.
Welcome to Hell. It's surprisingly cold here. If you're like me there are certain things you have accepted after all these Christmases about how it's going to go down. You're going to completely ignore it until the week before and then totally freak out. You haven't gotten anyone presents, including the most important person, yourself. You don't have any decorations up, you don't even have a tree, and you just found out your parents or some sort of relatives are coming back for the Holidays after saying they couldn't make it. So I'm not exactly the most excited person about the holidays, but there is one side of the Mistletoe season I love, and that's the music. Not the crappy new stuff that pop stars like Justin Beiber and Vanessa Hudgens try to sell just to milk the season, but the great oldies. Bobby Helms' Jingle Bell Rock, Brenda Lee singing Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree, the Ronettes, Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, that kind of thing. When you get into the spirit and you're hanging up all the little silver sparkly things and dragging the dripping tree inside to create puddles that will ruin your hardwood for the rest of it's life there is nothing sweeter than having those classic songs playing softly throughout the house.
Honestly, I don't really advertise this fact about myself. Classic Christmas music is kind of cheesy. I'm not even religious. Generally I wouldn't admit to knowing every word of Let It Snow, but what can I say? I do. I love Christmas music, no matter how ridiculous that tends to seem. It makes me feel like a little kid again and it makes me feel like Christmas really is sort of sweet, even though it's as stressful as slaying vampires. In the end it's nice, I guess. I like presents, too.