Christmas in New York

Funny for me to discuss Christmas, being Jewish and all...and in New York, no less, since this year will only mark the second time I've ever spent Christmas in New York. (Actually, third; when I was little, we took a vacation to New York City on Christmas that I don't remember since, well, I was like 9...)

I must say; I thoroughly enjoyed Christmas in New York last year. It consisted of what it always does for Jews: Chinese food and a movie. (Of course, I was on duty as an RA and couldn't leave my dorm, so it was a movie on TV...and like six DVDs with a friend of mine...mostly chick flicks, and I blame her for that.)

I did a seven mile walk on Christmas morning, and it was unlike any other New York walk I've ever had.

But this nostalgia or love of the holiday season is not the point of my post. The point is that it IS Christmas in New York City already, and it has been since THE FIRST WEEK OF NOVEMBER!

I can't escape it. Everywhere I go -- and everywhere I've been since November 1 -- is a reminder of Christmas.

Now I don't mind Christmas music -- especially the songs written by Jews (which are, in my opinion, the best Christmas songs there is) -- but it does get tiresome. In fact, my walk home from the subway doesn't even escape it as the scaffolding at the construction site outside the stairs to the subway has speakers blaring out carol after carol.

I'd just like to be inundated with music I don't like that I don't find myself singing along to. These carols are addictive, and I don't like them. And just because I sing along, doesn't mean I want to hear them again.

They just frustrate me.

And I'm sorry that this post isn't better thought-out, but my brain -- still on strike...or consumed with finals...or singing "jingle bell rock" so loudly that I cannot concentrate.