I’ve previously expressed my absolute disdain for Christmas music but I suppose that I would have to admit that such a generalization is not completely accurate. There are some exceptions to the rule but they tend to gravitate to the older classics and artists. When artists such as Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Judy Garland or Stevie Wonder perform a Christmas song with such brilliance; one would have to be Grinchy indeed to not be moved even a little. My own opinion is that much of the contemporary Christmas music these days finds itself in perfect harmony with its pop counterpart. That is, it’s devoid of life and is as lacking of depth as a puddle of reindeer vomit. No, I’ll take substance and soul any day of the week when the alternative is listing to the latest pop tartlet caterwauling about leaving Santa some cookies.
That’s not to say that there aren’t some decent Christmas songs released by artists that have the potential to become classics. There are some seriously talented people in the world and one would imagine that those people could harness those remarkable skills to re-invent Christmas music. Indeed, I believe that I have found one such person. She’s composed a beautiful Christmas ballad that is sure to be remembered far after this holiday falls by the wayside and we start celebrating Crushing Debtmas instead. I don’t consider it out of the realm of possibility that, at this time next year, those of you with children will be sitting at a Christmas concert positively beaming with delight as your child recites this carol to grand applause. It’s a song that awakens feelings of love, faith and charity in the coldest and darkest of heart. I have to be honest, the first time I heard it, something really did grow three sizes that day. I’m sorry, I really should stop blathering like a moonstruck Who, but I just can’t sing it’s praises enough. Fine, without further ado….
I sure hope Santa wrapped his present. Twice.