There is a radio station here that plays nothing but Christmas music from Thanksgiving through Christmas day. This year, they started two weeks early.
Surprisingly, I was fine with the early caroling. After all, I have two kids who are excited and filled with wonder during this season…what’s wrong with getting a bit of a jump start?
But the holiday glow was quickly washed from my face when my slightly obsessive-compulsive, six year old son took to Bob Seger’s rendition of “Little Drummer Boy”.
“Little Drummer Boy” is one thing, but I’m not a fan of Bob’s. To put it mildly, not at all.
Yesterday I was playing seasonal tunes through our cable box when Mr. Seger popped up on the television screen, sitting on a motorcycle, while singing my boy’s favorite holiday song. Once it ended, my kid knew he could simply rewind the DVR to hear it again, and again, and again, and again.
I appreciate the sentiment of the song, I love it’s message, but Bob Seger puts the “assail” in wassailing.
Today we were out running errands when my son started getting tired and cranky. I thought the best thing to cheer him up would be for me to sing “Little Drummer Boy”.
I looked in the rearview mirror and started, “Come they told me…”
He interrupted, “Why are you singing that?”
I said, “Because you love that song.”
He replied, “Oh. Well, maybe you should just sing it to yourself, in your head.”