I don’t want to be that guy who uses his blog to air his pet peeves…you know, Andy Rooney with an iPad.
But this has to stop, and I feel responsible to do my part to stop it.
I’m speaking, of course, of the secularization of Christmas music.
It’s been around for quite a while but was only nipping at our nose; now it seems it’s all up in our face and threatening to take down what little is left of the sacred in Christmas tunes.
Look, I don’t want to hear about Rudolph’s red nose, Frosty’s corn cob pipe or Grandma’s tragic encounter with a reindeer. And what does giving your heart away and having it broken have to do with Christmas? Save it for the next country music song.
Give me Joy to the World and Come All Ye Faithful. I want to hear that the Savior reigns and that He was born the King of Angels. I want to hear singers worship Him instead of nostalgic memories of materialism around the tree.
Maybe if Rudolph, Frosty or Grandma had died for my sins, I would find their anthems more appropriate to the season. Until then, I’ll stick with the songs about Jesus.
So, play your secular Christmas songs in the privacy of your own home. Listen to Alvin and the Chipmunks until your ears fall off, but keep the stuff off the public airwaves and out of the stores.
Merry Christmas! GS