That's how I feel about Christmas songs. I like the ones with a little ugly ... or sad ... mixed in, so you know they're real.
"Hard Candy Christmas" is one favorite. Christmas comes 'round each year, whether we're in the mood for it or not. Even if you've lost your job, had a death in the family, got health issues, a divorce ... as it says in The Grinch, "..it came just the same."
I love the original version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," from Meet Me in St. Louis, and get cranky when I hear a prettied-up version, where they exchange the line, "hang a shining star from the highest bough" for the original, "until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow."
- Have yourself a merry little Christmas
- Make the yuletide gay
- Next year all our troubles will be miles away
- Once again as in olden days
- Happy golden days of yore
- Faithful friends who were dear to us
- Will be near to us once more
- Someday soon we all will be together
- If the fates allow.
- Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
- So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
How can you not love a Christmas song that mentions tampons and fake snow?
Carve the Turkey
Turn the ball game on
Mix margaritas when the eggnog's gone
Send somebody to the Quickpak Store
We need some ice and an extension chord
A can of bean dip and some Diet Rites
A box of tampons, Marlboro Lights
Haleluja everybody say Cheese
Merry Christmas from the family