{"id":498,"date":"2008-12-24T13:38:50","date_gmt":"2008-12-24T20:38:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=498"},"modified":"2008-12-24T13:38:50","modified_gmt":"2008-12-24T20:38:50","slug":"christmas-mucousi-mean-music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=498","title":{"rendered":"Christmas mucous&#8230;I mean music"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Before Arctic Blast 2008, I was well on my way to being excited about Christmas for the first time in YEARS. I don&#8217;t know if it was because of Signe or because we were going to my parents&#8217; house for the holiday for the first time in a few years or what, but I was drinking the Christmas Kool-Aid.<\/p>\n<p>And then the snow came. <\/p>\n<p>One week, sixteen inches of snow, and five house-bound days later, the Christmas spirit was gone. Maybe it was due to the fact that the only other people I saw (aside from the myriad Newschannel 8 reporters keeping us posted on road conditions in places I had no intention of traveling to) were Megann, Greg, and Signe. It&#8217;s hard to be in the holiday mood when you aren&#8217;t out shopping or enjoying the lights amongst strangers.  Or maybe the cabin fever just overtook  any burning Christmas desires. <\/p>\n<p>Last night, after desperate pleas, false starts, and ODOT&#8217;s infuriatingly ridiculous decision to plow I-5 at 4:30 p.m. the day before Christmas Eve, we were rescued from the prison of our own home by my father-in-law in his 4-wheel-drive tire-chained Volvo. On the hour-and-a-half ride from our home in North Portland to the in-law&#8217;s in Tualatin, we listened to the local all-Christmas-music-all-the-time radio station. By the time we got over the river and through the woods to Grandma&#8217;s house, I was back to being excited about Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>This morning, despite the snow, I made it into the office, again via the Volvo. Since I was the only person here for a while, I turned on the crappy little clock\/radio in my office to the Christmas music station.  It only took about an hour for me to realize there just aren&#8217;t that many Christmas songs. I heard &#8220;Jingle Bell Rock&#8221; twice in a two-hour span. (And every time I hear it, I can&#8217;t help but picture the dance Lindsay Lohan and her gal pals do in Mean Girls.) <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve heard &#8220;Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas&#8221; so many times I want to barf.<\/p>\n<p>I suffered through Celine Dion singing &#8220;O Holy Night&#8221; on the way into the office and I&#8217;ve already heard it again, only this time it&#8217;s being sung by someone who sounds like Peabo Bryson. This used to be my favorite Christmas song. Not anymore.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m currently listening to what I think is Michael Bolton (that no-talent ass clown) do his take on &#8220;Little Drummer Boy.&#8221; Someone kill me.<\/p>\n<p>I think I&#8217;ve heard every song from the Charlie Brown Christmas album. What used to be a great jazz album now feels cheap and common.<\/p>\n<p>And no matter how many times I&#8217;ve hoped for a White Christmas, hearing Bing sing about it this year just makes me remember that snow may be pretty, but it can severely fuck up your Christmas plans.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Most Wonderful Time of the Year&#8221; has been on, count it, THREE times.<\/p>\n<p>Oh god, now it&#8217;s that Transiberian Orchestra version of Deck the Halls. I have to go throw up.<\/p>\n<p>Merry Christmas to all, and to all&#8230;well, here&#8217;s to the day after Christmas when we no longer have to hear this bullshit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Before Arctic Blast 2008, I was well on my way to being excited about Christmas for the first time in YEARS. I don&#8217;t know if it was because of Signe or because we were going to my parents&#8217; house for the holiday for the first time in a few years or what, but I was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/498"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=498"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/498\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}