its the most wonderful time of the year...i think?

it’s that time of year again!

from late november through the end of the year, my sister becomes a Christmas music junkie. she keeps the music on in her car and almost every room in the house (yes, even the bathroom when she’s getting dressed in the mornings.) she also demands that these all too merry melodies are to be played throughout the entire day in the workplace. and it would happen to be just my luck… she’s my boss.

if she is out of the office and calls in, i have to make sure that those carols of peace and joy are fully audible on her end of the line. its cute. i think? i don’t dislike Christmas music. it just gets a little old after an hour or 12.

i think the reason it seems so humorous to me is this; my little holly jolly hitler is the same teenaged girl who used to roll out in her altima with blacked out windows and “phat rims” – you know… the one with the subs in the back that took up the entire trunk space and made the car rattle in tune to her slowed down tupac or outkast mixed tapes.

she has changed quite a bit since then. having a husband and two kids have made her… put the tapes away in the closet for the next split second available for isolated enjoyment.

so, why am i going on and on about this Christmas music stuff and getting sidetracked by my sister’s obsession with it? well, it just so happens that while i have been forced to listen to "warm 94.9’s" not so vast array of jingle jams, i have also been subconsciously dissecting and studying each and every song i hear. sometimes i will sing along and realize that the words coming out of my mouth either make no sense or are completely creepy! i mean sure, theres the old "grandma got run over by a reindeer" diddy, but it goes deeper than that… its like that song “rock a bye baby.” the baby falls out of a freaking tree, for heaven’s sake and we still lovingly sing this crap to our offspring! WHAT?!

this mild outrage has inspired me. so, every day (or almost… maybe) until Christmas, i will be sharing a few of the songs that really stuck out in my head. of course, i'm not going anywhere near the Christmas songs that celebrate the birth of Jesus. those aren't ridiculous. they’re truth and should be respected. but, that doesn’t mean that I cant say that I want to swallow a knife every time I hear christina aguilera butcher silent night with her over the top vocal “show-offiness.” it is just awful.

with that being said, i will now be heading off to bed. its freaking cold out and my blankies are warm. tomorrow, my project begins with none other than… “frosty the snowman.”

nighty night bloggy poo.