The First Song
It’s the first day of December so I’m expecting to hear Christmas songs on the radio today. I’m actually surprised not to have heard them already since most years they start in mid-November. Otherwise they begin right after Halloween. It’s a not-so-subtle reminder that Christmas is coming, in case we’ve forgotten. As if we could with the weeklong Black Friday sales encouraging us to get our Christmas shopping done early. Funny, I thought early meant August.
I’ve got my black fine point Sharpie ready to take note of how many times they play I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. I’ve jotted a number on my calendar and if I’ve guessed correctly I get an extra helping of anything I like; I’m thinking Turtles. If I miss by more than 150 all I’ll get is a massive headache. How to make a cute song totally annoying – play it until listeners’ ears bleed and they turn on reruns of Christmas Cookie Challenge or – ugh! – one of those syrupy, poorly acted Christmas movies that have been running since July. Help! I’m turning into Mrs. Scrooge! Again! . . . contd.
