You Played Your What for Him?

I don't usually enjoy Christmas music. Some people can't wait to start playing Christmas songs. I can. I can wait a very long time. My sister would listen to them the entire year if someone would let her (Thank goodness no one lets her). Not only are they overplayed (107.9 FM started playing it at the beginning of November) but hearing all of the renditions of the same old Christmas songs (not to mention annoying versions of new Christmas songs; that one about the little boy and the Christmas shoes gives me the heebie-jeebies) makes me dread Christmas before it even arrives (I realize that makes me sound like a Grinch of sorts, but after hearing "The Twelve Days of Christmas" sung by assorted choirs, Muppets, and rednecks over and over, I start to believe that Mt. Crumpit's chiefest citizen had an extremely valid point).

Christmas songs tend also, because of the frequency with which they are played on the radio, to became firmly fixed in one's mind, sort of like "Pokerface" by Lady Gaga or that song on that d--- "Santa Paws" movie. Consequently, I find myself singing Christmas carols from time to time and realize that I often don't remember the correct words. In fact, just the other day Bing Crosby came on my car radio with "The Little Drummer Boy"; I began to absent-mindedly sing along (I say absent-mindedly because I was busy paying attention to the road in front of me, as usual). When I came to a certain line, I couldn't remember if it was "I played my best for him" or "I played my drum for him"; unfortunately, I sang both together and it came out "I played my bum for him."

Oddly enough, I was somewhat embarassed by my blunder, even though no one was in the car with me (Isn't it interesting how an experience doesn't even need an audience to merit flushed cheeks and hurried looks over the shoulder to make sure no one saw or heard what happened?). As if I hadn't already made the song bad enough already when I was little, when I and my siblings (at least some of them) thought the refrain said "ba-rump-a-bum-bum," I had to go and do something like that. Naturally, I suddenly felt like I should be keeping time with the ox.