Holiday Music - Wonderful Christmastime

 It's officially December.

Now I give myself permission to listen to holiday music. I don't want to get too sick of it, so I limit my exposure. There was a time not too long ago when I worked in retail. There are still songs from then that I avoid. The really excessive version of Jingle Bells and the one about Santa Claus getting stuck in my chimney are two examples. 

Christmas music hasn't yet fallen into the category of "things you get made fun of for liking". I think its time will come eventually though. I don't quite understand the urge to dislike something just because it's popular. I also don't understand why some people can't just let others enjoy things.

We seem to have gotten to a place where we need to judge others for everything, especially if that something is a song, tv show, or movie that we don't like ourselves. We have also forgotten the gentle art of ribbing each other a bit without either taking it too far or taking it too personally.

Having differing opinions on things is what makes this life a little more fun. If you judge less and listen more, maybe things would seem less dire somehow. Maybe you would find a new favourite thing. Along the same lines, have you ever watched the face of someone sharing something they love? If that doesn't warm your heart I don't know what will. The extra light in the eyes, and smile on their face. Let your opinion go for a moment and let them share. Maybe they will return the favour and you'll both find a new thing to enjoy. At the very least you'll brighten their day.

In honour of the holiday music season, every day I blog in December I will feature a song that I love and some facts about it. So here we go with the first one!

Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney. This song was released in November of 1979 (what a great year). It's catchy, fun, and earns Paul McCartney an estimated $400,000 per year. Take a listen and see what you think.



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