Ye olde Christmas Musick Shoppe

Some of us were once fortunate to work at a radio station that played no Christmas music before December 15, and if anyone had played "Jingle Bell Rock" at any time, he would have been banished to our sister station in Minsk and all records of his existence expunged.

You will know, of course, that this restraint no longer obtains, and no sooner have the tender strains of "Monster Mash" returned to their ethereal realm than we are bombarded with "Silver Bells," "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas," "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus," and other pop tunes more saccharine than a truckload of sugar plums. 

Our idea of a seasonal tune is "Jauchzet, frolocket!", the opening chorus from the Christmas Oratorio by J.S. Bach (whose twenty or so kinder would have preferred to get the royalties from "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer").

Okay, we know we're sounding Grinch-like here, but it's because of a deep regard for the traditional songs of Christmas.  

Hark!  Here comes one now!  It's "Yogi Yorgenson," with "I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas." Let's sing along!