Except not for music. I know my beloved Diann relishes her Christmas music. But I seriously turn into Scrooge. There are contractors working in my house (we're getting new windows, YAY!) and the noise is driving me crazy. So I thought I'd walk to Starbucks and edit. But...there's a problem. Christmas music.
I can't write and hear Christmas music. Are you kidding me? I will start writing murder books. Okay, the worst of it this year for me? I cannot STAND Josh Groban and my favorite Xmas song is "Oh Holy Night" and guess who is singing it this year? That's right, Josh-make-me-want-to-hurl-Groban. It's just wrong. Wrong, I tell you.
If you've paid any attention to my history, I LOVE David Crowder. And he's got a CD out for Christmas. Now, I love all things Crowder and I can't not support my favorite band. So I had to buy the CD. But I sent it to Diann. Because even David Crowder isn't man enough to make me listen to Christmas music.
Christmas music is like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. And I have to be alone in this because everyone has a Christmas album out. Neil Diamond. Barbra Streisand. Barry Manilow...and aren't they Jewish? I mean, clearly they can get into the holiday. What is wrong with me?
I should seriously do my Christmas shopping before they start with the Xmas music. That will be my goal for next year. How are you like Scrooge? Anyone?