Mode Two of getting in the mood is the goofy one.
Christmas music is many different, wonderful things at different moments during the season, but some people and stores are so excited about it that it’s impossible to control the exposure. It’s like snowflakes. At first, they’re miraculous, beautiful, and unique. But, after a while, I just get wet and cold and want to put some distance between me and the tunes falling from the overhead speakers or wherever they’re coming from.
The Merry Old Philosopher
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town Johnny Mercer
Given this repetition, new lyrics present themselves that appeal to a tendency to personalize the sentiments and deflate some of the grandeur certain carols have gained through the years. In this case, familiarity doesn’t breed contempt, but a tenderness and closeness that permits the freedom to have fun at their expense, without any harmful intent. Sort of like having siblings.
Gee, Rudolph The Christmas Jug Band
So Santa becomes, The Fat Man. Rudolph has a red nose, because he’s had too much eggnog. The holiday foibles of those near and dear to us deserve special mention. What begins under the mistletoe as an expression of fondness begins to take on more urgency. Presents received (or hoped for) take precedence over a spirit of giving. The twelve days of Christmas take on a new aspect.
But it’s all in fun and celebration. When the real day arrives, everything changes. That’s a major part of the magic.