Sometimes I learn a lot from conversations I was never intended to hear. This happened the other day as I was stopping by my local community bookstore. It's a small store, and a quiet store so it was impossible not to eavesdrop as I heard a young man tell his friend how much he hated Christmas. And, you know what, the more he talked, the more I understood his point.
This man wasn't talking about the hustle and bustle of the holidays, or about the stresses of family meals or all the things people tend to complain about. What he hated was the music.
This guy started by lampooning Sting's Christmas album, and I found myself smiling as I browsed because he is so right; it's awful. But then he went on to say that he hated Christmas music across the board. That's when I started to feel as though I might be in the presence of the Grinch. You know, when "every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing; they'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Who's would start singing." The sour old green villain didn't like that.
But then this man explained why he found the music so bad. It wasn't just that it was cloying. It's that it was boring.
"Christmas is boring because there's no narrative tension," he said. "It's like reading a book with no conflict."
Now he had my attention.
[Read the rest of the article at Moore to the Point.]