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It's November I'm Buying earphones at radio shack I heard jingle bells or something holidayish playing. When did the Christmas music start?" I asked blithely (a fine word, blithely). "Yesterday." he said. "So soon, said I?" "I hate it already." he groaned. "Ah yes, " I replied. I remember my son working at Baby Gap and grumbling at my playing Christmas music at home."
"Grumbling," he responded "grumbling. Why I would have taken a baseball bat to the stereo. I would have bashed it in if my parents did that to me. I would have said now, how do you like your Christmas music?" I backed up and held my small bag close to my heart.
"I hate Christmas." he said, telling me about his Grandmother dying 4 days before Christmas 2 years ago ( I commiserated, of course because it was sad and he seemed sweet if a tad bit troubled.) I tried very hard not to think of the song Grandma, or was that Grandpa getting run over by the reindeer? It was horribly mean to even think it.
He said he never had a girlfriend at Christmas but this year he did. "So this year might be better than usual, " I smiled channeling my inner Mary Poppins. "Does your girlfriend like Christmas?"
"No, she hates it, too. More than I, a lot more."
"Well, have a great day." my Mary squealed.
"Try to stay out of stores playing holiday music." he answered.
I will, I will. I will hold my black umbrella high and float above the blasted jingling of bells, above grandparents colliding into reindeer, chestnuts roasting over fires and the sound of stereos smashing to the sounds of "pa rum pa pa rum."
