GUYS. GUYS. GUYS.
OMG. OMG. OMG.
This means the Christmas music is ending.
Alright, alright. I know that probably makes most people want to break out into a chorus of Hallelujahs (Ha! I knew you liked Christmas music!), but for the first time in three years I wasn’t force-fed holiday tunes for 8 hours each workday. And yeah, I miss it.
I am a sucker – a sucker I tell you! – for Christmas songs. Granted, there are a few that make me want to deafen myself with the business end of a #2 Ticonderoga,* but for the most part I love ’em all: the good (O Holy Night), the bad (I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas) and the ugly (I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus…as performed by the Jackson 5).
So as a gift to you, I present (ha! get it?) you with this gem; the end-all, be-all of secular Christmas music:
Oh, God. Her voice. I damn-near weep with joy when I hear Judy Garland sing. This one in particular gives me goosebumps.
Merry Christmas, friends.
*ie Santa Baby.
So. Much. Rage. Against. Dumb. Song.