Some songs just drive you straight up a tree. You might love some of these songs, and that's totally OK. Obviously, they resonate with someone because they are "hits," but I'd be completely happy to not hear any of them ever again.
1. Christmas Shoes
I heard about 5 seconds of this one today in the car and I can't stop hearing it now. It isn't even a good song. It's intended to manipulate people and make them cry, just like all the fictional tearjerkers on Facebook.
2. Last Christmas
I really liked George Michael in both his Wham! and solo career, back in the olden days. I can't help but wonder if he was tired when he wrote this one.
George: "Sorry, I can't seem to think of any more rhymes. Let's just keep singing the same verse over and over. At the end, we'll shake it up a bit, but it will still be more of the same words."
George, dude, you're wearing a wedding ring, why are you brooding about the chick who gave your heart away?
3. It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.
Apparently (according to wiki), telling "scary ghost stories" was a quaint old Victorian tradition, that's pretty much forgotten. My grandparents were born in 1900 and 1904, basically the end of the Victorian era, but you'd think it would have been a tradition when they were small and it would have been mentioned at some time or other. Either way, that's all I can think about when I hear this song. Obsessive much? Perhaps.
4. Sleigh Ride
While not a terrible song, per se, I am adding it to the list because it romanticizes something so uncomfortable. For a sleigh ride, you need snow. For snow, you need cold. We're looking at a wind chill of -30*F later this week. I don't like being cold. I'm cold all the time in the house, wearing layers. Brrr... So, yeah.
5. John Lennon's So This is Christmas
As someone in the household says, "He's a hippy." I'm sure there's more to it than that, but it for sure makes the list of annoying Christmas songs.
What makes your "cringeworthy Christmas songs" list?
Sometimes things just don't go as planned. Like my whole life, it seems, on "those days." (That's not *all* bad!) But God has a plan. His ways are not my ways. It's difficult to remember that on those not-so-good feeling days.
One gorgeous fall day, I decided to take a nice picture of the boys out in the leaves and pine needles scattered around the yard. It wasn't really sunny at all, but I found out the hard way that all the punks have sensitive eyes like their dad. The gray sky just sort of diffused the sunlight so it was everywhere. There was NO way to shield their peepers or sit in the shade of a tree. It was just, well, bright.
This is quite literally, the best photo I got before giving up in frustration. I found myself angry. With them. And with myself. I think I was most upset that I actually had a good idea for homegrown photos of the boys, got them all in their new black autumn shirts, rounded them up, and actually - most importantly - went out to take them while the situation *seemed* ideal to me.
How often do we think the circumstances are perfect for our ideas and something goes "wrong" to our way of thinking? God sees everything that happens to us from an entirely different perspective. Something to think about.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.
After the foot of snow we were gifted with last week, we've had some pretty decent weather. The wind has been howling at night, but the days have been mild and in the high forties to mid-fifties. Today, I went out to dig up another row of carrots from the garden. The kittens have been dying to get outside and they sneak out every chance a slow moving child leaves the house. I decided to take them out with me and they had a blast, checking out the empty chicken coop, the garden, crossing the crick, and climbing trees.
I had an awful time keeping Merrick from chasing them so they could just be curious kitties. He called the outing The Adventures of Earl and Hobbes like it was an exciting TV show. Earl is a much better climber than Hobbes, who can only get a couple feet off the ground before hopping down. They both got their feet wet, which does not make them happy. Within minutes of me heading back into the house, they were at the backdoor waiting to be let in where I gave them treats.