As Divisive as Hillary and Donald, but Catchier

I’m not writing about the election this morning. Barring hanging chads or dimpled chads or trying to discern the intent of the voter by the stage of the pregnant chad they left behind (did they MEAN to push the chad all the way through, or did they start the vote and then change their minds?), this election – at least the campaigning and incessant media coverage, biased, bought and manipulated from both campaigns, – will be over this time next week. Then on to the indictments!

I am going to write about something just a divisive this morning. I was driving home yesterday, flipping through channels on the radio because I’m too cheap to subscribe to XM or Sirius or whatever satellite radio is called that my friends keep telling me that I need to get. I stopped on one of the presets and, after a couple of seconds, found myself singing along.

Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas by New Years night

There I was, driving home with my air conditioner working to battle an 85 degree November day, singing Christmas music with Jon Bon Jovi.

I enjoy Christmas music. I guess that I always have. When I was young, and during the appropriate season, Charlie Pride’s Christmas 8-track would play on a loop from our 400-pound console stereo, allowing a break every now and then for a selection from the classic Christmas with the Chipmunks album.

My mom had some rules around the celebration of Christmas, though. We didn’t decorate or play Christmas music in our house until after Thanksgiving. The Friday after Thanksgiving was the first day that we could begin the Christmas season, and not a day before. Some years, if the Iron Bowl was played the Saturday after Thanksgiving, we’d push the beginning of Christmas season back a week. It just wasn’t, and still isn’t, right to celebrate the birth of Jesus whilst simultaneously cussing a referee for a phantom pass interference call. No, the chance of running in to that contradiction was great, so it was best to eliminate that possibility entirely.

But there I was yesterday, wondering if I’ll ever be able to turn the air conditioner off, singing…

Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above

I know that a lot of people think that it’s too early for Christmas music. They say that if we listen to Christmas music too early, we ignore Thanksgiving. Some argue that we’ll be tired and “over it” by December 25th if we listen to Christmas music too soon. That may be true for some people but, if I’m being honest, I’ve listened to the Indigo Girls’ version of ‘O Holy Night’ more than once since last December.

So be warned. Magic 96 – in celebration of the most MAGICAL time of the year (see what they did there?) – has started playing Christmas music over the public airwaves. Avoid, or embrace, at your own risk.

Saturday Afterthought: I really do write these posts at 4:30AM, with little pre-thought given, so sometimes I leave out important points. To clarify, I don’t listen to every Christmas song in November, only  the good ones. For example, I will always listen to Celebrate Me Home, but I will never – even in December – listen to Jingle Bell Rock. Great music shouldn’t be limited by season.

And, if you’re one of those people who doesn’t like Christmas music until December, but you can’t get ‘Please Come Home for Christmas’ out of your mind, here’s something for you.