At any given moment, it may happen. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me crazy. Sometimes, even on a hot July Sunday on I-95 North coming home from South Carolina it happens. You may have the same issue I do, so you will understand. Christmas music on my smart phone. Need I say more?
I didn’t know I could create a completely different music library on my smart phone for Christmas music. I know it can be done, I just don’t think I can do it. I am about as technology savvy as the next 50 something year old so why is it that I cannot keep my Holiday songs from playing on Memorial Day, the 4th of July or Halloween? I am certain that I can find a random ten-year old to give me a condescending look as he/she reshuffles my smart phone with the magical touch that only a human born into the latest technology can.
There are moments though, when I am on the highway covering the distance from Chesapeake to Savannah, when I will give in. Don’t judge me! You know the moment when you have had a couple of great tunes hit all in a row on shuffle. You are in full car karaoke mode singing along with the Eagles to the live version of “Hotel California” at the top of your off-key voice. The crowd goes wild and then your travel lane encore is “Last Christmas” by Wham? I don’t think so. “Blue Christmas” by Elvis may sneak through though, even in August when the mercury is pushing north of 95. Mid March, yeah I am singing along to John Denver and the Muppets singing “Twelve Days of Christmas”. Bare Naked Ladies singing “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” will sometimes punctuate my afternoon commute in mid April. I have been known to sing the round on that song while waiting for the Great Bridge Bridge (that is really the name of the bridge, but that is another post) to finishing letting boats through on the canal .I have even been caught doing my Copycat version of Dean Martin’s “Rudolph”.
For now, because it is November, I can get away with a stray Christmas tune invading my shuffle playlist. People will think I just need a little Christmas, right this very minute. But come February, when I am doing the long distance run to my mistletoe partner’s Low Country kingdom, that will be me passing South of the Border on I-95, polishing up my Brooklyn accent and joining in with Dave Koz and Friends on “Twas the Night Before Christmas”.