I’m going to cover myself here lest I get ransacked by a mob: I love the Christmas carols. Bing Crosby; Fa la la la la; Christmas pageants with little kids singing “We three Kings”; door-to-door carolers. It’s great. I love it. It brings me joy to hear such songs. Yes, reader, with every beginning and disclaimer of that within the notion of positiviy, there is in fact a negativity. Inasmuch as I love a good “Santa Clause is Commin’ to Town” and “Silver Bells”, in the name of God (literally) and all that is holy, when will anyone write something new? In a society that buys rampantly 52″ plasma screen tv’s and in two weeks wishes something new, like the pointless UHD tv (really? Ultra? Are we in second grade?), it perplexes me that these Christmas carols have lasted as long as they have. “But they’re the classics,” “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
When I hear the same carols on the speakers at Starbucks, Loews, Kohls et cetera and in different variations again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again… you get it.
Mozart wrote 27 piano concertos in 35 years. Antonio Salieri wrote 40 operas before he retired. Rembrant busted out more paintings than he even knew he printed on his plates. I write an original poem to my fiancee every day. Every day! Something new. Something creative. Something that gives definition to the phrase “artistic creativity”. Yes, I’m going to write some carols. (Already have). This is ridiculous, I’m sorry. Hearing these same songs kills Christmas for me. My faith aside and why I celebrate Christmas as the birthday of Jesus notwithstanding, if I hear “Jingle Bell Rock” one more time….
I’m writing this not to protest, per se. It’s more of a declaration and a desire to solicit a response that possibly I do not hold to this sentiment on my lonesome; that others in the world share my malcontent over these albeit lovely Christmas carols, yet the same ones over and over and over…. If you’re a musician, composer or even a poet, please, write something new. Let carolers have a new repertoire. My goodness, spreading Christmas joy should be about moving people into the spirit of giving; family; friends; home; warmth; charity; love. Even my own beloved Christian Christmas carols, the songs I learned on the piano when I was seven… this actually makes me even more irritable; to know that my own brothers and sisters in Christ–talented, gifted, musically inclined–are content with only “Silent Night”, “Away in a Manger”. “O, Holy Night” is by far my favorite. It’s as aesthetically beautiful as it is lovely in reflection to my faith.
Don’t worry, every year I’m inspired for new material. When the people wish for new material to roast chestnuts over the fire with, look up D.B. Keosababian and fill your Christmas spirit with some new fruit, milk and honey. I don’t want Christmas to be a routine, at least not in my household. I would want my children to not lock their minds in yet another misclassification of Handel’s Messiah: it’s not a Christmas symphony! Handel’s Messiah is related to the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus the Christ. I listen to Messiah year round, especially around Easter. Pull yourselves out of the mold this world seems so inclined to lock us all in:
Christmas time, Christmas time,
a joyous singing, a joyous ringing.
Merry giving, merry living,
This is the time we share.
I just now wrote that. Melody and all. It’s so easy to write a carol. But, a carol, not a pop Christina Agularian infested voshposh of erratic rifting and incessant screeching that desiccates Christmas to a bone-dry tree left out on the curb.
I love Christmas. I love music. I love God. I love to create. There’s only so many variations of Carol of the Bells one can manipulate before I go mad. Please, reader, refer to my cover paragraph up top and know that I’m not Scrooging all over Christmas, here. I’ll sing “12 Days of Christmas” with my kids till I’m blue in the face. But at least they’ll also have other Christmas carols to belt out in those little voices (I hope) to shake our house over with that pleasant annoyance; my little girl or boy (God willing) botching up a new Christmas carol on the piano that sounds more like our cat jumped on the keyboard, just as I did with “Go Tell it on the Mountain”.
Merry Christmas to all, truly. It is the most wonderful time of the year. I wish everyone the happiest season of cheer and family and most of all abundances of love. Just try to get a little more creativity to it, please? It’ll make it more fun 🙂