Oh, by gosh, by golly, it’s time for Mistletoe and Holly, and I think It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year. Time to get out the Oh, Tannenbaum, and set up the Jingle Bells. Let’s sit by the fire, on a Silent Night, and her stories about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and what happens Up On the Housetop. By the way, you may have heard Grandma Got Run-Over By a Reindeer, but if you believe that, then you’re just a Ding Dong Merrily on High. Yes, it’s Christmas in Hollis, Christmas in Killarney, and everywhere else for that matter. So, shout Mele Kalikimaka, (Merry Christmas in Hawaiian) because Here We Come A-Wassailing. Hey Santa, Please Come Home for Christmas, because I Wanna Hippopotamus for Christmas. Seriously though, All I Want For Christmas is You–to keep reading this blog.
You might have guessed from the previous paragraph, today I will be talking about Christmas Carols. Or, you might have guessed that my car broke down, but if you did, you would be wrong. No, it’s the Christmas Carol one. The thing is, while we love Christmas Carols, they really don’t make much sense in today’s world. Mariah Carey sings about what she wants for Christmas, but if it’s ‘you’ then she is singing to the second person, therefore she already has the ‘you’ she is singing about, so she doesn’t really need to want it. She would be better served to want a convertible, like Taylor Swift, Gwen Stefani, Eartha Kitt, and so many others ask for in Santa Baby.
The thing is, suddenly in November certain songs are getting radio time just because they are seasonal. Pop radio, almost never plays Harry Connick Jr., yet in December he shows up on almost all of them. Nothing against him. It’s just he has recorded a few Christmas songs and rest of his work isn’t top forty. Then there are the winter songs which actually have nothing to do with Christmas. Sleigh Ride, and Winter Wonderlandall get lumped in to the Christmas season, but not in January and February when most of the snow hits and winter is at its peak. Then there’s Let It Snow which is only about a winter date, not the holiday. Or perhaps, Baby It’s Cold Outside, supposedly a holiday song recorded over and over, by everybody. It’s about seduction and casual sex. Those are very popular topics for songs all over popular radio, and it only mentions a storm once, never winter.
Another phenomenon, is the parody song. Comedians sing parodies, in clubs and concert venues all year round, and they don’t get radio air play. But record silly words to a holiday song, and there are special radio programs to play them. In fact, they show up all over the place this time of the year. It’s truly amazing. There is one song that has more rewrites than any other. I have heard these, at times, back to back, on Pandora. I’m talking about The 12 Days Of Christmas, and it especially doesn’t need any spoofs, because the song itself doesn’t make any sense.
If you wanted to think about giving this very odd gift, you’d better be a very wealthy person, according to PNC Bank, the cost would be $27,673.22. The thing is you shouldn’t even think about it because it’s an environmental health hazard. According to the song, your true love sent you ‘Six Geese A-Laying’ seven times, and ‘Seven Swans A-Swimming, six times. That’s 84 large birds! The poop problem would be incredible. Canada Geese flock in my area, and I can tell you it’s a real mess. Your yard might be big, but imagine putting 84 large birds A-Pooping in it. Don’t expect the ‘Ten Lords A-Leaping’ to clean it up, even though you do end up with thirty of them. You only add to the problem by adding the Maids A-Milking. (You end up with forty of those.) Sure, the maids may be cute, but each one comes with a cow providing mountains of poop. Imagine getting that mess in the average suburban lawn. Now you know why the lords are leaping. They don’t want to get their shoes messed up. Check the lyrics, there’s not a sanitation engineer in the whole song.
Another little reality coming to mind is the issue with the very first item on this strange wish list. Partridges are ground dwelling birds. They conceal themselves under bushes, not in pear trees. If you placed one in a tree, it might sit for a minute, but its instinct would be to drop to the ground. Keeping it there would probably require the use of zip-ties. I’m sure the ASPCA would have something to say about that.
They would probably also have an issue with caging the twenty-two turtle doves that your true love sent to you. Turtle doves are migratory and winter in southern Africa. Forcing them to stay in the United States at the end of December is nothing short of cruelty. It’s not like you can keep them all inside the house.
What about the neighbors? Think of the noise created by twenty-two pipers piping, twelve drummers drumming, and the various honks and squawks all those birds. Property values would plummet. You would have a nasty-gram from the homeowner’s association within the week. Especially if there is a clause in the agreement limiting pets.
Next let’s think about what happens after the song. Between all the maids, ladies, lords, pipers, and drummers, you end up adding 140 people to your household. Who has that kind of room? At no point are you getting the cash to support all those people. You could sell the forty gold rings to help finance them, but that wouldn’t last the original twelve days, let alone after the fact. Even if you roasted the thirty French hens, and cooked all the eggs the geese are laying. You also have to let them all leave if they want to. Holding them all against their will is completely against the law. What kind of gift is it, if by federal law, it all can walk away at any minute?
I’m sure they all would, except the ladies dancing. They doubtless wouldn’t be able to. Picture in your mind dancing for twelve days straight, blisters everywhere! There would be bandages on top of bandages. You’d also have to have hand cream for the maids a-milking, not to mention the chafing on the poor cow’s udders.
I think the song should be rewritten in a less romantic, but much more practical way.
Something like this would be nice:
“On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Two Walmart cards
And a gift card to-oo Best Buy…”
Hold on a flipping minute… I just parodied the song again! Darn!