So Christmas was fun and tasty. Sweetcheeks smoked up a huge prime rib and the panettone bread pudding recipe I poached from Giada was a hit (and met with a lot of "I don't normally like panettone, but..." comments).
And my mother the perpetual project-starter, who talks about big things but rarely follows through (ask her about her kitchen remodel, or rather, don't, because it makes her a little punchy to get shit about the same thing for going on FIVE YEARS NOW) -- my mother actually finished a quilt, which she presented to my aunt to gasps of surprise and cheers and applause and one snarky declaration that "it's a Christmas miracle!" from someone who shall remain creepyanonymous.
But enough of the Christmas cheer. Jette asks in today's Holidailies writing prompt what holiday song you would like to see "banned from the face of the planet" and why.
That one's easy -- Paul McCartney's "A Wonderful Christmas Time". It looks inoffensive on the surface; togetherness is certainly something to celebrate, right? But then it gets a bit dictatorial: the mood is right, yet there are poor children who should be singing this song instead of crying. If the mood really were right, would Sir Paul need to bring these wayward tots in line? And right about at that point of the song, the singsongy chorus has locked itself away in your brain and OMG PLEASE NO MAKE IT STOP AAAAAAA.
The worst part is that it leaves scars. You might not have heard that song in days, but all it takes is one repetition of that one line of the chorus and the trauma comes flooding right back.
What holiday song do you want to see killed dead forever?