Is there such a thing as Christmas Hell?
I’m not sure, and I seem to get into trouble when I get snarky. Maybe it’s more like a Christmas Purgatory where you can shorten your stay if you say a prayer or two or confess or otherwise redeem yourself.
What I WILL say is that there’s a certain solo Beatle synth-y Christmas song that I’d love never to hear again… for now I’ll choose to believe that Christmas Purgatory (a temporary state) is reserved for those who should’ve known better.
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This song was playing on the clock radio when it went off this morning… and the cat had pinned my arm down (as if to say “I know you complain about this song all the time, but let me listen and decide if it’s really that bad”) so I was forced to really listen to it instead of just turning the station whenever it comes around.
Yeeesh. The worst part is that there are parts of the song that work — and the usual earworm-y magic pops up from time to time. But the whole thing seems half-baked (in both the writing and recording)… Just pure schlock.
And when it ended gave me a look like “Wow, that was so much worse than I imagined. And they knighted that guy?!”
Merry Christmas and the best of New Years to you!