Jingle Jingle

Walk past any shopping streets and you can hear the irritatingly cheery and annoyingly jingly jingle bells and other christmassy tunes already. Well, considering we are only forty days away from Christmas.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..." I imagine bosses of department stores, fat and with cigars in between their lips, merrily jingling all the coins in their leather pouches. What's with all those tunes? Once again for another forty straight days we will be subjected to those torturous tunes. Not only are they repetitive and vomit-inducing after a while, in some instances it raises your blood pressure and makes you feel like stepping on the next person's shoes.

The tunes were supposed to evoke a christmassy feeling, hypnotising anyone within its reach into consumption-compulsive zombies, succumbing to marketing geniuses who hail christmas as a time for giving. Those tunes make you forget that you hated your boss and that you would really like to kick your colleagues in the arse. Instead you are filled with a frenzied need to give, give and be loving to all. I made that mistake once, years ago.

I think sometimes we all need to feel that lovey-dovey no war all peace sort of feeling. And all those non-stop happy jingles and people rushing doing their shopping does make one want to be part of the maddening crowd.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun!