Updated: Sep 29
So when I turned on the radio today, I was trying to open my little heart a bit to the wonders of Christmas carols, especially since that song “In excelsis deo” was playing. I was reminiscing to my kids about how we used to sing the chorus as “Sooooooooooooooooooolar Power! In..ex…pen…sive…energy!” I told them how we used to sing the one where “shepherds watch this flocks at night” with the words “shepherds wash their socks at night.” But I digress.
The Christmas carol morphed into another one, something about Christmas time in the morning, and eventually, in my numbed-out state, I heard, “Mom…..Mom…..Mom…..” until I paid attention enough to answer. “That song is making me die inside,” Daniel said, and I snapped out of my carol stupor and put on Etta James.
This is all to say that Christmas carols can be great, but this week, they’re everywhere: radio channels, stores, and in between places. How would life be if, everywhere I went, someone was belting out show tunes. Would it get old after awhile, or would life just be continually coming up roses? Or what about Springsteen songs 24/7? Would it work for us as a culture, or would we all be especially born to run?