Yeah. That’s right. You send an 18th century street urchin to the mall to pick out pretty shoes for his mom and he’s going to come back with clear acrylic stripper shoes. He doesn’t know any better.
I especially thought this would be a better column when I heard “The Christmas Shoes” the following night. And that is exhibit A of what not to play at Christmas.
This is the closest we are prepared to show of a frozen cat protecting a mouse from the cold, thank you very much.
And speaking of dying, let’s also steer clear of dying cats, even if they do become constellations after heroically saving a mouse from freezing to death. I’m looking at you, “The Cat Carol.” I think we can all agree that Christmas is depressing enough without these songs.
Let’s be honest. Giving someone your heart on Christmas means you forgot to buy them something and you just gave them something you had laying around. It’s no wonder they gave it back the next day.
Was T-Swift not able to come up with her own original Christmas break-up song?
While we’re at it, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” isn’t technically a Christmas song, per se. It’s a classic song performed in a Christmas story. It’s a fine line, I know, but with all the options in Christmas songs, we have to cut where we have to cut. This also applies to “My Favorite Things.” No mention of Christmas anywhere in the thing.
You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch is about the Grinch being mean. Not Christmas.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have Anne Murray’s “Winter Wonderland” waiting for me on a continuous loop.
You are now seasonally informed. Go and do likewise.
My Favorite Things also doesn’t explicitly mention Christmas and only alludes to Christmas presents with its “brown paper packages tied up with string.” I tried that as wrapping paper one year. The wife was not happy. I had to do them all over again.