Next to inflatable cartoon characters dressed like Santa and fat free eggnog, listening to Christmas music on the radio is probably the most overrated holiday tradition I can think of. Take my drive to work on Tuesday for example:
Within the first five minutes I heard “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” thirty-three times, ruined my eye makeup with “Last Christmas,” and added a number eleven to my top ten list of “I’d rather ice skate across Lake Michigan with my ankles tied together than listen to these” Christmas songs. Then the hosts of the morning came on and talked up three-ingredient turkey tetrazzini like it was the cover recipe from Food and Wine.
I was about to turn off the radio, but I heard them announce, “Josh Groban coming up next,” and decided it was worth the wait to hear what might be the only good song they’d play all day. Not surprisingly a commercial came on, and the advertisements continued one after the other. Commercials for dating services promising you a match by Christmas Eve, furniture companies that deliver as far as Antarctica, and grocery stores open 73 hours a day. The minute I pulled into my parking space Josh began singing, but it was too late. I sighed, put the car into park, and shut off the radio.
I didn’t have to wait too long to hear the desired song because on the way home I heard the full rendition of Josh Groban’s “O Holy Night.” Since then I’ve heard it three or four times. Apparently it’s the only good song they’re playing this year.