Mike's Likes #1: Suddenly It's Christmas

Over the years I've written about many of my favorite songs, mainly in year-end pieces such as My Picks For The Best 15 Albums and 40 Songs of 2007, The Best 20 Albums and 50 Songs of 2008: Dylan Tops Both Lists, The Top 15 Albums and 25 Songs of 2009 and, most extensively of all, The Top Albums, Songs and Artists of the Decade. Then, of course, there was The 25 Greatest Dylan Songs of The Past 20 Years.

However, starting from today, every now and then I'm simply going to throw out one of my favorite songs at you, all on its very own.

And to start us off I've got an incredibly appropriate song for the "season" we seem to have been so prematurely forced into.

It's a tune by one of my favorite artists, Loudon Wainwright III, the father of both Rufus and Martha and the writer of such classics as "The Swimming Song", "Unhappy Anniversary", "A Father and a Son", and his one and only hit, "Dead Skunk".

Anyone who's been out to the mall, or shopping anywhere for that matter, in the past few days will probably agree with the sentiment expressed here.

It's pretty funny and completely on the mark. Check it out and see if you don't agree.

The lyrics are included below as well.

Enjoy!

Mike Cowie (Oredakedo)
Thursday, November 11th, 2010




Suddenly It's Christmas
Words and music by Loudon Wainwright III
Copyright ©1993 Snowden Music, Inc.


Suddenly it's Christmas,
Right after Hallowe'en.
Forget about Thanksgiving;
It's just a buffet in between.
There's lights and tinsel in the windows;
They're stocking up the shelves;
Santa's slaving at the North Pole
In his sweatshop full of elves.

There's got to be a build-up
To the day that Christ was born:
The halls are decked with pumpkins
And the ears of Indian corn.
Dragging through the falling leaves
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Seven weeks before the day.

Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
When they say "Season's Greetings"
They mean just what they say:
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.

Outside it's positively balmy,
In the air nary a nip;
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Unbuttoned and unzipped.
Yes, they're working overtime,
Santa's little runts;
Christmas comes but once a year
And goes on for two months.

Christmas carols in December
And November, too;
It's no wonder we're depressed
When the whole thing is through.
Finally it's January;
Let's sing "Auld Lang Syne";
But here comes another heartache,
Shaped like a Valentine.

Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
The season is upon us;
A pox, it won't go away.
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.

No, it's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree;
It's still not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.


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Christmas after Halloween!

The most dreaded time of the year,.....working up to Christmas! It was like...Poof....its time for Christmas!!! I'm not feeling very Christmasy and doubt the actual day will help with that;) I loved the song!