Saturday, December 24, 2011
The Reason I Don't Listen To Christmas Songs
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
Many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
Christmas songs make me weepy.
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
And no matter how far away you roam
For the holidays
You can't beat home sweet home
I won't be home for Christmas. There is no home.
I'm dreaming tonight
Of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know
It's a long road back
I promise you
I'll be home for Christmas
I always find myself clearing my throat when listening to these songs. That's because I want to hide the fact that I'm choking up.
My best friend, who died, was a singer in a band. And she recorded a song called, "An Old Christmas Card". If I really want to feel like crap, I'll slap that one on.
Yup, just did, and I do.
See, this is why I don't think about these things.
Who wants to become all maudlin, and start ripping Kleenex out of the box, as punishment for listening to some stupid songs?
I don't need the drama.
That's why I like Christmas songs like these. They're not all sentimental and sappy. Meaning, they don't make me cry.
Or one like this. It's kitschy and stupid. It's supposed to be fun; not make me sob uncontrollably.
And I always love how the Beach Boys can turn any song into a "Beach Boys" song; even one about Christmas. This could be Little Deuce Coupe, except for the lyrics (I actually think it is).
And, of course, for the country crowd (me), how about this:
So, why do I do it? Put myself through this kind of punishment; albeit one day out of the year?
I think maybe it's because I really want to remember those times, and thus, I'm willing to take the horrible with the good.
I miss my mom and dad. And I miss Alice, or at least what Alice was to me back then.
I miss being with my brothers and sisters at Christmas time.
I miss the time when Christmas had meaning.
Maybe that's why I've become more spiritual these last couple of years. The Christmas songs I like best now are the spiritual ones. The tried and the true. I guess there's a reason they've been hanging around for a few centuries.
I frankly always do this to myself on Christmas Eve. I have to purge it out of my system. Allow myself ONE DAY to feel the feelings that I brush aside the other three hundred and sixty-four days of the year.
And then I can move on. At least for another year.
And I know everyone has their favorite Christmas song. But I'm going to share mine:
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