I love Christmas music. The religious songs are the best but so many others are great too. Harry Connick, Jr.'s It Must Have Been Ol' Santa Claus and Smokey Robinson's Christmas Everyday are two awesome examples. What happy, good mood songs they are! I also like Ray Parker, Jr.'s Christmas Time Is Here; and, Two Steppin' Around The Christmas Tree by Suzi Bogguss will get your toe tapping every time. I even like Madonna's Santa Baby, The Beach Boys' Little St. Nick and Paul McCartney's Wonderful Christmas Time.
But I know I'm getting old. Sixties. That might be the age you have to be when songs like The Pretty Little Dolly make you laugh even when nobody else does. I think it's hilarious and I can't take it seriously because it's SO bizarre and ridiculous. But it's that very over-the-top macabre humor that puts some people off and, in a way, it does me too. But it's funny and stupid and I laugh and moan every time I hear it.
So I understand why I'm at odds with everybody else when it comes to that song but the one that has me feeling sad is my new feeling when I hear Baby, It's Cold Outside. I've heard more than one person describe it as creepy and someone else said they thought of it as the date rape song.
I want to think of the people with these opinions as shallow and judgmental and harsh, but we're all a product of the world we live in today.
Back in the 60's, having another cigarette and music in the background and one more drink while you're out a little too late all added up to a wonderful, romantic evening.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the 60's and I'm so grateful that I got to be young in that decade.
And sometimes I'm even glad I'm in my sixties.