My life is full of playlists. I’m currently listening to one I made called “Rainy Day,” full of rain-themed songs and music that just has the feeling of a rainy day, the kind of stuff I might want to listen to as I stare out my window at the gorgeous overcast grey skies of Vancouver. (I like the rain.)
One of the songs that came on is, really, a Christmas song, but it conveys so well the whole grey-sky thing, so I put it on the list. And now I’m a little nostalgic for Christmas music.
But it’s October.
I love Christmas music. Not, you know, all Christmas music. Most of the stuff that’s out there is canned crap, fifty versions of Jingle Bells each more annoying than the last. But there’s some really spectacular stuff out there—every major Christmas song probably has one or two exceptional covers that put all others to shame. So many famous artists have put out Christmas albums, and a few of them—the Barenaked Ladies and Holly Cole come to mind—are so innovative in their versions of the classics that they’re worth listening to. Others continue to add to the ever-expanding repertoire of holiday tunes—the Barenaked Ladies again, and Jethro Tull especially—giving new and unique takes on the season.
At some point, the feeling and message of the songs go beyond Christmas. It’s the spirit of the holidays, and it should apply to everyone all year long.
But, again, it’s October. And something just doesn’t seem right about blasting the Christmas tunes before Hallowe’en. When is it the right time to listen to it?
I mean, ordinarily I wouldn’t let something silly like time and the perceptions of other people stop me from doing something I want to do. But then I’m also afraid that if I start now, I’ll get sick of it by the time Christmas actually rolls around, and that would be a travesty.
Christmas music is something I look forward to every year, and it’s something that I really, truly enjoy when I finally get to it. I don’t want to ruin that feeling, and I think it’s that much sweeter for the anticipation.
So, like every year, I’ll wait a bit longer.
But as soon as we get the first snowfall, damned if you’ll be able to stop me.