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Nov. 17th, 2007 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshine_queen- I am getting used to colder and colder weather.
- I wish I had my own car, cause sitting at home in my room is lame.
- My mom sent me a huge package and it was full of wonderful things.
- My family is coming up for thanksgiving and I can hardly wait.
- I am fast approaching my last month as a teenager.
- I HATE the cream in Oreo cookies. I only eat the cookies.
I have a love-hate thing going with Christmas Music. For one, I cannot STAND that it plays constantly from the day after Thanksgiving until December 26th. Hate it. But the real big reason I have issues with it is that so many of the songs make me tear up. And only one has a real reason.
My dad's mother died when I was around six years old of Alzheimer's. I don't really remember, and most of what I do remember is from when she was sick. She only spoke Spanish then, and couldn't really move around, and I hated going to see her because it was boring and she looked really scary, lying in her chair. But the only memory I have of her as she was before she got sick is from Christmas. I must've been two or three years old, so the fact that I remember it says a lot, and she came over to our house after Christmas morning. She was sitting at the Christmas table and I remember showing her every single piece of a kitchen set I got- pots and pans and knives and forks and spatulas and everything. And then we went to drive her home, "The Little Drummer Boy" was playing and I associate it so strongly with my grandmother that I actually can't even think of it without tearing up. And it makes no sense, because I don't really miss her, because I don't remember her, but there you have it.
Then you have the flat-out depressing Christmas songs, such as "I'll be Home for Christmas." Oh. My. God. It was written for soldiers at war, and they say that they'll be home for Christmas, if only in their dreams. It's horrible and sad and depressing and in no way cheery.
The winner, though, is "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," especially the original version. In the nicer version they say, "Through the years we all will be together/ If the fates allow/ Hang a shining star upon the highest bough." In the Judy Garland version it says "Someday soon we all will be together/ If the fates allow/
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow." It is INFINITELY MORE SAD. And don't even get me started on the original version, which may as well be a funeral song.
(Happily, there's an article that proves I'm not alone in this feeling.)
Some Christmas songs are great. Come, All ye faithful and O Holy Night (which is my favorite,) Hark, the Herald Angel Sings, Jinglebell Rock, The Chipmunk's 'Christmas Don't Be Late...' but overall? Christmas music are downers to me.
- I wish I had my own car, cause sitting at home in my room is lame.
- My mom sent me a huge package and it was full of wonderful things.
- My family is coming up for thanksgiving and I can hardly wait.
- I am fast approaching my last month as a teenager.
- I HATE the cream in Oreo cookies. I only eat the cookies.
I have a love-hate thing going with Christmas Music. For one, I cannot STAND that it plays constantly from the day after Thanksgiving until December 26th. Hate it. But the real big reason I have issues with it is that so many of the songs make me tear up. And only one has a real reason.
My dad's mother died when I was around six years old of Alzheimer's. I don't really remember, and most of what I do remember is from when she was sick. She only spoke Spanish then, and couldn't really move around, and I hated going to see her because it was boring and she looked really scary, lying in her chair. But the only memory I have of her as she was before she got sick is from Christmas. I must've been two or three years old, so the fact that I remember it says a lot, and she came over to our house after Christmas morning. She was sitting at the Christmas table and I remember showing her every single piece of a kitchen set I got- pots and pans and knives and forks and spatulas and everything. And then we went to drive her home, "The Little Drummer Boy" was playing and I associate it so strongly with my grandmother that I actually can't even think of it without tearing up. And it makes no sense, because I don't really miss her, because I don't remember her, but there you have it.
Then you have the flat-out depressing Christmas songs, such as "I'll be Home for Christmas." Oh. My. God. It was written for soldiers at war, and they say that they'll be home for Christmas, if only in their dreams. It's horrible and sad and depressing and in no way cheery.
The winner, though, is "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," especially the original version. In the nicer version they say, "Through the years we all will be together/ If the fates allow/ Hang a shining star upon the highest bough." In the Judy Garland version it says "Someday soon we all will be together/ If the fates allow/
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow." It is INFINITELY MORE SAD. And don't even get me started on the original version, which may as well be a funeral song.
(Happily, there's an article that proves I'm not alone in this feeling.)
Some Christmas songs are great. Come, All ye faithful and O Holy Night (which is my favorite,) Hark, the Herald Angel Sings, Jinglebell Rock, The Chipmunk's 'Christmas Don't Be Late...' but overall? Christmas music are downers to me.
