As we hang up our fake, blood-stained, slutty Hans Solo costumes until next year and buy Tums in preparation for Thanksgiving, a new aura fills the air around us as we tire of rotting pumpkins, spooky decorations and gravy. Our Pumpkin Spice Lattes slowly turn into White Peppermint Mochas. The back of Target is cleared of all costumes and filled with synthetic pine leaves. TV commercials start making you realize how you wish you weren’t single instead of reminding you how happy you are you don’t have kids yet.
Yes, the holiday season is upon us.
The holiday season begins immediately after Halloween. Get over it. How dare you complain that it gets earlier every year? That’s a good thing. What is the underlying tone of all things Christmas? Happiness and love. Our new, commercial 21st century, American version of Christmas has little to do with Jesus and everything to do with just being happy and warm and fuzzy inside. What’s wrong with that? We should have that all year long, dammit.
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So I do. There are two principal art forms of the holiday season: movies and music.
From “Miracle on 34th Street” all the way to “Best Man Holiday,” the film industry has produced timeless cinematic masterpieces really only meant to be watched between Thanksgiving and December 25th. The same is true for the music industry.
From legends like James Brown and John Lennon to our modern icons Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande, artists put in as much work writing and recording holiday music as it takes to produce music year-round and we only listen to it for less than one month out of the year.
I do not accept this reality.
Once, many moons ago, a wise voice once told me, “You can’t be sad when you’re listening to Christmas music.” Christmas music has a certain magic about it that lifts you up and refuses to put you down. The bells, the choirs, the drama of the music, it holds a place perfectly between pop and Disney that makes you realize that every little thing is going to be alright.
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It doesn’t even matter what the lyrics are. “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is the conversation between a girl, who is trying desperately to come up with excuses why she shouldn’t stay over, and a guy, who is desperately trying to get her to stay by reminding her that it’s cold outside.
“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” is literally about a kid walking in on his mom mixing her egg nog with another man’s gingerbread (shout out to will.i.am). Do these cringe-worthy lyrics make the song any less magic? No. They are true to the holiday genre and just make you happy.
In order to get you into my holiday spirit, I have made a playlist of some of my favorite holiday songs. Maybe they’ll cheer you up as you realize that you should’ve kept up with your readings all semester instead of cramming.
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