The tree is trimmed, the gingerbread is baking, that thrill of hope is in the air. Surrounded by loved ones, you may find yourself rediscovering the true meaning of the Christmas season.
If you’re at all like me, however, you may also be rediscovering something else: your true hatred for certain Christmas songs. Maybe it’s Mariah’s operatic exhibitionism or Bruce’s incoherent mumbling. Maybe it’s anything a cappella. God gave us instruments for a reason, people. Use them.
Maybe it’s that line or two, added for rhyme but so poorly written it detracts from the whole. Do you really need to
