One of my favorite things about the holiday season (oh, hell, at my house it’s Christmas, get over it) is the music. I love Christmas carols, preferably the ones about the Baby Jesus, because really those songs about Santa are mostly just annoying.
Especially the four hundredth time you hear them.
I am blessed with satellite radio in my car (thank you, Baby Jesus, and also the fine people at XM) and for most of the year I use it to torment my children with the Music of My Misspent Youth (”It’s R. E. M.! We love R. E. M.! Oooh, U2! From before they sold out! What? No, we’re not listening to the Led Zepplin channel. That’s for when you’re with Daddy. How about some Housemartins? Or maybe a little Erasure!”)