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The Daily Orange'Tis the season to be totally overwhelmed with cheer
By Talia Pollock
Posted: 12/3/08, 1:15 AM EST Section: Feature
I will admit that I do enjoy The Pussycat Dolls' version of "Santa Baby." I can picture the sexy ladies luring in the big man and having a giant love fest in his sleigh. Afroman's "Frosty the Snowman" and "Let Her Blow" really provide new interpretations to the jingles. And I love the Kidz Bop rendition of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer." I've never heard any children more excited about the footprints on their grandmother's forehead than those bopping kids.
Unlike my neighbor, who thinks it's totally normal to listen to Christmas music year-round, and my other neighbors who have had a wreath since September, I save all holiday stuff for the winter. That means "Love Actually," "The Holiday," "Serendipity" and "The Family Man" stay untouched until I see snow. "Snow Dogs," "The Polar Express" and "Home Alone" remain in the VHS boxes until the 25-day countdown. Tim Allen, Chevy Chase and Arnold Schwarzenegger wait until I'm in Christmas spirit.
This stuff is all in due time, my friends. I hold out on my Mrs. Claus nightgown and my Santa hat until I deem it appropriate. I don't want to be munching on gingerbread or chugging my apple cider before the Christmas sales.
Christmas shopping: a pleasurable experience. One that grows trickier year after year. At least in college, we don't have to buy gifts for everyone on our buddy list. I still have presents I bought for my sixth grade BFFs.
Now, though, the presents I bequeath have to be perfect. I have this shtick about gift-giving: If it isn't great, it isn't given. I can't deal out Hippopotamuses and front teeth to all my family and friends. If the gifts I offer don't make them have a holly jolly Christmas, why bother? I like to stick to the personalized gifts: the monogrammed flasks, the mixed tapes, the Build-a-Bears.
Receiving more rash-causing silver bracelets from desperate boys, self-help books from my mom and McDonald's Arch Cards for my vegetarian diet just don't say "Feliz Navidad" to me.
Well, as 200 musical artists, advertising agencies and Santa suit rental companies say, "It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Talia Pollock is sad to see her column-writing take a break, but is excited to celebrate Hannukah, Hanukah, Chanukah (?). She would like to give a well-deserved shout out to her live-in lady who turned her on to Engelbert. She can be reached at tpollock@syr.edu.
Unlike my neighbor, who thinks it's totally normal to listen to Christmas music year-round, and my other neighbors who have had a wreath since September, I save all holiday stuff for the winter. That means "Love Actually," "The Holiday," "Serendipity" and "The Family Man" stay untouched until I see snow. "Snow Dogs," "The Polar Express" and "Home Alone" remain in the VHS boxes until the 25-day countdown. Tim Allen, Chevy Chase and Arnold Schwarzenegger wait until I'm in Christmas spirit.
This stuff is all in due time, my friends. I hold out on my Mrs. Claus nightgown and my Santa hat until I deem it appropriate. I don't want to be munching on gingerbread or chugging my apple cider before the Christmas sales.
Christmas shopping: a pleasurable experience. One that grows trickier year after year. At least in college, we don't have to buy gifts for everyone on our buddy list. I still have presents I bought for my sixth grade BFFs.
Now, though, the presents I bequeath have to be perfect. I have this shtick about gift-giving: If it isn't great, it isn't given. I can't deal out Hippopotamuses and front teeth to all my family and friends. If the gifts I offer don't make them have a holly jolly Christmas, why bother? I like to stick to the personalized gifts: the monogrammed flasks, the mixed tapes, the Build-a-Bears.
Receiving more rash-causing silver bracelets from desperate boys, self-help books from my mom and McDonald's Arch Cards for my vegetarian diet just don't say "Feliz Navidad" to me.
Well, as 200 musical artists, advertising agencies and Santa suit rental companies say, "It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Talia Pollock is sad to see her column-writing take a break, but is excited to celebrate Hannukah, Hanukah, Chanukah (?). She would like to give a well-deserved shout out to her live-in lady who turned her on to Engelbert. She can be reached at tpollock@syr.edu.
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