Earlier this week–before Thanksgiving–I headed out jogging with my radio walkman in hand. I flip over to the local “light rock” station and make a disturbing discovery: Christmas music. Now, I don’t have any thing against Christmas music per se, but this was bad news on two fronts:<\/p>\n
(1) Most Christmas music just doesn’t seem to go well with running, and
\n(2) It was before Thanksgiving<\/p><\/blockquote>\nI’m a strong believer that Thanksgiving should serve as a line of demarcation for the Christmas season–no Christmas lights until after you put away the leftover pumpkin pie. Otherwise
commercial exploiters<\/strike> retailers will just keep pushing the Christmas envelope earlier and earlier until we are hearing “Frosty the Snowman” in July.
\nSo I had a pretty good reason to be turned off by the Christmas music on Tuesday. But then today I was driving about, flipped on said station, and they are in the midst of a Christmas music marathon. And despite the fact that I wasn’t exercising and we are now in the permitted Christmas window, I still couldn’t take it.
\nKind of funny because earlier in the day I broke out a “Messiah” tape because it just felt like that time of year. But when it came to the radio station’s seasonal playlist, it was no-go.
\nWhat does this mean? I’m not sure. It may be that either:<\/p>\n(1) I’m becoming a disillusioned grumpy old Scrooge who will have a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year, or
\n(2) A person reaches a certain point in life where he cannot take weeks and weeks of “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n