That would be actual Christmas carols with some dignity and meaning to them, not the annoying ditties that pass for inoffensive seasonal content. I really think that if I hear anyone's cover version of "Santa Baby" one more time, I will climb up the wall of my local department store and knock the loudspeakers off the ceiling.
Speaking as an impoverished department store worker, AMEN. I don't know which is worse - 'Santa Baby' and 'Let it Snow' (it's Summer!) or the horrible, jazzed-up, debased carols. Unfortunately the speakers, including in the break room, are firmly screwed onto the ceiling. I checked.
Our family really goes all out with the traditions (advent wreath, midnight mass, the four candles, strawberry and chicken salad on Christmas day, etc), but my favourite is a home-made Advent calendar. It's made from fabric and is a metre and a half long to allow room for a velcro stable and 25 pockets, one for each day of December before Christmas, and each containing a chocolate and a velco nativity figure. We take turns sticking the figures onto the stable, and on Christmas day the baby goes into Mary's arms (rather than the manger, in deference to my Mother's views on attachment parenting :D).
Merry Christmas, RJ! Hope the... snickerdoodles?... turn out well.
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Date: 2009-12-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Speaking as an impoverished department store worker, AMEN. I don't know which is worse - 'Santa Baby' and 'Let it Snow' (it's Summer!) or the horrible, jazzed-up, debased carols. Unfortunately the speakers, including in the break room, are firmly screwed onto the ceiling. I checked.
Our family really goes all out with the traditions (advent wreath, midnight mass, the four candles, strawberry and chicken salad on Christmas day, etc), but my favourite is a home-made Advent calendar. It's made from fabric and is a metre and a half long to allow room for a velcro stable and 25 pockets, one for each day of December before Christmas, and each containing a chocolate and a velco nativity figure. We take turns sticking the figures onto the stable, and on Christmas day the baby goes into Mary's arms (rather than the manger, in deference to my Mother's views on attachment parenting :D).
Merry Christmas, RJ! Hope the... snickerdoodles?... turn out well.