There are two types of people in this world : those who appreciate the art and beauty of Christmas music; and HORRID GRINCHY MONSTERS. It may be superfluous to note that I am firmly in the former camp.
As soon as I decently can, I’ll start playing my favourite playlists of mostly old classics. If anyone else is listening, I’ll hold off until December, but in private, such as a solo office day or in the car, I might begin anytime in November.
Strangely enough, though, it starts feeling weird as soon as Christmas is over. Even in that magical week between Christmas and New Year, I can no longer play it.
I think this is different to the spectrumy feelings I get about other things, such as having to touch the old broken down pier on Petone Beach when I walk the dogs there. I always walk the same route from the car park along to the pier and back. It feels right to touch the pier at the half way point, but sometimes I’ll deliberately not touch it to show that I have freedom of will. It’s mildly uncomfortable but it’s soon superseded by other concerns such as trying to make sure Goofy doesn’t bark at people or Catdog doesn’t get into fights.
Of course, there’s no law that says I can’t listen to Christmas music at any time of the year, but that would be weird, right? Even a normal Christmas music lover wouldn’t do that, would they? I shudder to think of it.
Human beings: we like to think we’re so logical SMH.