It’s that wonderful time of year when my Halloween decorations aren’t even put away yet and I’m already bombarded with Jolly Old Saint Ridic’ everywhere I go. I’m sure I’ll disappoint plenty of people with my views on Christmas music, but I’m going to just go for it.


For one thing, it’s the same stuff every year. All I want for Christmas is chestnuts roasting on an open fire because my Grandma got run over by a one-horse open sleigh.


Also, I live in California. Listening to “Baby it’s Cold Outside,” while the temps are an icy 87°Fis a bit off-putting.


Last, but not least and this is guaranteed to make me sound like a super-bitch, I can’t help but feel like a lot of these songs are written by a bunch of self-entitled WASPS who spend all year penning their Christmas list and plotting how they’re going to seduce someone underneath a glorified parasitic plant. Please also note the irony in the fact that we use a plant that literally sucks the life out of their host as a means to meet ladies/fellas.


This brings me to my grand point: my choice of holiday music is rap. I generally don’t even care much for rap, not because I think it’s worthless, but because my Spotify playlists include titles like “This Ain’t My First Rodeo” and “Yoga.” But while everyone else is cranking up their yuletide joy, I’m getting in the giving mood by listening to Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G. Say what you will, but when it comes to bringing the heat to a cold winter night, Father Christmas has nothing on Big Poppa.


I spent my teenage years listening to rap while everyone else played classic holiday tunes, probably due to some kind of rebellion against my parents’ music. Later it turned into kind of a joke… something to shock people. And I don’t know, maybe it still is. But I also feel like it serves a point, listening to music that describes the hardships that people have gone through, or are going through. Where most Christmas songs are about what they want someone to give to them, rap is about what they’ve earned, in both material items and respect. Yes, some songs are gloating or bragging about money, but it’s because the artist worked hard to get it.


I realize that a lot of Christmas music is biblical, and I’m not going to compare the birth of Jesus to California Love. I’m just saying that, for me, listening to lyrics about growing up in a single parent home where everyone had to make sacrifices to survive really makes me feel gratitude for all of the blessings that I’ve been given. It makes me realize how lucky I am, and that not everyone is so fortunate. And that maybe I shouldn’t keep all of that to myself, but share and love and never judge.


Tis’ the season.

About The Author

Megan Harvey is a writer with a passion for experiencing life unbridled, with a sense of humor and a routine agenda to stop and enjoy the big picture as often as possible.

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