I love Christmas songs. I submit as evidence the following:
1. I have been known (only to myself, of course, since I don't usually let people know) to pull out a Christmas song or two in the midst of the summer time, just cause it makes me feel good.
2. The most common thing to pop past my lips when I start to whistle is "Holly Jolly Christmas." I'm not sure why, it's not a favorite or anything, maybe it's just fun to whistle.
3. I have been intensely desiring, this season, to buy a new ipod for the express purpose of listening to my Christmas music.
So, I thought I would share a Christmas song that I always look forward to hearing on the radio. (Yes, I need to buy it.) It's not traditional or anything, just super duper fun.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
who in the world is blitzen?
So, it's December first! There are only three weeks till Christmas and I'm not gonna lie...I am super excited. It snowed for the first time in Provo last night, I just listened to my new Barbra Streisand Christmas Album, I've been wearing my super comfy ugg-like boots, I have most of my gifts taken care of, I got to go to a Christmas concert and sing along with the Hallelujah Chorus, and I only have to teach 6 more lessons of Biology and Earth Science before I get a couple weeks off. Yay! I love Christmas.
Now, with all this Christmas cheer and music on the radio, I've encountered a thought that I'd like to share with you all. Firstly, Rudolph is in fact spelled with a "ph." I don't think I ever consciously realized that before...but, of course, given the fact that I've probably written that word about two whole entire times in my life, I suppose I needn't be totally proficient.
Secondly, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" may be the most ironic Christmas song out there. I mean, think about it..."You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen...but do you recall, the most famous reindeer of all?" Isn't that a little silly? Of course we remember the most famous reindeer, it's all those pitiful black-nosed sidekicks that all of us would mistake. I mean, who knows anything about Vixen except that her name is the same as a female fox. Whereas, thanks to the brilliant clay-mation animators, I know that Rudolph was somewhat self-conscious about his red nose, and thus tried to hide it for a while under an uncomfortable large black fake nose that made him talk funny while not keeping his nose from still being conspicuous. I mean, it may not have glowed red, but it was HUGE! I have sympathised with Rudolph, shared in his pain, and was thrilled with him when he finally got the chance to let his talents shine. Rudolph is like an old friend who is a miniature sculpture that I've never actually met. We were tight, and no amount of pretending like I remember his counterparts better will change that. So really the song should say, "yeah, you know Rudolph, yeah, you know him, now let's have some pity on those other reindeer and mention them in passing."
Hee hee, Merry Christmas!
Now, with all this Christmas cheer and music on the radio, I've encountered a thought that I'd like to share with you all. Firstly, Rudolph is in fact spelled with a "ph." I don't think I ever consciously realized that before...but, of course, given the fact that I've probably written that word about two whole entire times in my life, I suppose I needn't be totally proficient.
Secondly, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" may be the most ironic Christmas song out there. I mean, think about it..."You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen...but do you recall, the most famous reindeer of all?" Isn't that a little silly? Of course we remember the most famous reindeer, it's all those pitiful black-nosed sidekicks that all of us would mistake. I mean, who knows anything about Vixen except that her name is the same as a female fox. Whereas, thanks to the brilliant clay-mation animators, I know that Rudolph was somewhat self-conscious about his red nose, and thus tried to hide it for a while under an uncomfortable large black fake nose that made him talk funny while not keeping his nose from still being conspicuous. I mean, it may not have glowed red, but it was HUGE! I have sympathised with Rudolph, shared in his pain, and was thrilled with him when he finally got the chance to let his talents shine. Rudolph is like an old friend who is a miniature sculpture that I've never actually met. We were tight, and no amount of pretending like I remember his counterparts better will change that. So really the song should say, "yeah, you know Rudolph, yeah, you know him, now let's have some pity on those other reindeer and mention them in passing."
Hee hee, Merry Christmas!
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