On Saturday The Mr announced that he thought it would be ok if we started listening to Christmas music. I don’t remember what brought on the announcement. Maybe Ziz was singing “Jingle Bells” again, I don’t know. I just know I was amazed.
Now, I like me some Christmas tunes, don’t get me wrong. I am all about the Yule Tide strains but I mostly subscribe to the belief that they are better if you wait until after Thanksgiving to unleash them. If we all listened to Christmas music all year long then it would just be music ya know? Plus my mom conditioned me to feel guilty about skipping Thanksgiving when in my youth I wanted to bust out the Falala’s the day after Halloween.
When the Mr made his reluctant statement his argument was that since we’re already singing it weekly in choir practice, we might as well. I spent years (a few of them anyway) of my life dusting off festive choral numbers beginning in July so for me Christmas music in a rehearsal setting doesn’t actually count. I was surprised to hear that it made a difference to him.
We spent the rest of Saturday listening to standard fare while I processed the new development. Then, Sunday morning I made a decision. I would like to enjoy some tidings of comfort and joy. It would not make me an ungrateful Thanksgiving skipper. You know why? Because I planned to feel gratitude for each and every Christmastide note that poured from my stereo.
So, we listened on Sunday and it was nice and now I think I’ll wait until next week to introduce the rest of the Christmas music collection to the year 2010.