I hate Christmas music. Sorry to all you festive Christmas music lovers out there. Call me the Grinch, ban me from your children, ship me off to the land of Christmas-music-haters. I will still hate Christmas music. Even when I hear it on the Ska-Punk Show I will still hate it.

So the other day I was trying to read, and Henry was listening to some online radio station based in Ghana. Not only was the streaming speed really low (that means it wasn’t high-quality), they were playing Christmas music. Like, African style Christmas music. “Okay,” you’re thinking, “That might not be so bad.” Well it was. There were tribal drums going on, and every once in a while someone would scream “Ghana!” in the background.

Then it got worse. Some country music came on after that. I don’t like country music at all. It’s pretty much my least favorite genre of music, besides Christmas music, that is. Then I noticed that it was a Christmas song that was playing. Remember, I’m trying very hard to concentrate on reading an important book while this racket was going on. It was Country-Christmas music. “Okay,” you’re thinking, “Garth Brooks is a pretty good singer. I have an album of his somewhere. I might even have a cd of some country singers singing Christmas music.”

At this point I thought there was nothing worse than country singers singing Christmas music over a bad radio connection. Then I heard a “Ghana!” in the background, and the tribal drums started banging. You have to hear it to believe it, I guess.

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