I’ve been working out in the streets of Melbourne this week, and there is warring Christmas music everywhere. Every freaking corner has its own speakers blasting repetitive, stupid, completely irrelevant Christmas music.
Seriously. How many songs about Christmas do you know that don’t involve the words “Cold” or “Snow”? Australia is neither of those things at Christmas. Over here Christmas is strawberries and shrimp. No chestnuts on an open fire. (Also, it’s wildfire season, so, no open fires at all, anyway.)
I fight back as much as I can with the versions of Christmas songs that I know. In fact, I’ll just make this a round-up. My top seven. Two have been posted earlier this week, so here’s another five, in no particular order:
The Pogues and Kirsty Maccoll. Always a classic.
Rent! (Like Gremlins and Die Hard, it is absolutely a Christmas movie.)
The lovely ladies also known as Garfunkel & Oates.
Not really “Christmas” technically, but readily accepted as a “Christmas Song”; I give you: Baby, it’s Cold Outside, as performed by The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre.
And how about some factual information to finish it off!