Thursday, November 16, 2006
  Jesus Christ, is it your birthday already?!?
Seriously.

I went home for dinner before workday 1.2 and I heard the Boyz II Men version of "Let it Snow," then "Away in a Manger" by Amy Grant or some shit, then the whatever the hell the name of the Journey X-Mas song is...

You see, I really hate Christmas music. Especially in mid-November. I have a very small Christmas music window. It begins around Noon on Dec. 24. It ends shortly after the clock strikes 9 p.m. on Dec. 25. Or when it's time to watch Kobe Bryant (Christmas is the one time every year I watch Kobe, because it's the only thing on).

Before or after those dates, go pa-rum-pa-pum-pum somewhere else. I don't want it.

But, of all the Christmas out there to loathe, there are exactly five songs that I can deal with. One of them is bearable no matter the season.

Here is the list of the TLBR-Approved Christmas Carols:

5. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," Nat King Cole.
Nat King Cole could sing the Brooklyn phone book, and I'd buy it.

4. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," Harry Connick Jr.
Always been a big fan of HCJr. He does a nice version of the song.

3. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," Coldplay
Chris Martin did this song on Jo Whiley's BBC Radio 1 show and it's terrific.

(if you can tell, I only really like one Christmas song)

2. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," James Taylor
This was a late track on his October Road CD and terrific for a nice little island X-Mas.

1. "Same Old Lang Syne," Dan Fogelberg
This song also make the TLBR list of "Best Narrative Songs." I believe it's second only to "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot. And I'm man enough to admit that I always stop to listen and get a little sad in the soul - maybe even a little teary-eyed - when the snow, it turns to rain.
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So drink a toast to innocence and drink a toast to now.

yh&os,
 
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