Bah, Humbug?
My internet access at home went bye-bye for reasons I haven’t had time to ascertain yet (though it might have something to do with the men who were messing with the phone boxes on my streeet), so I’m working from a Starbucks near my house. This particular Starbucks is playing a holiday CD, My Christmas Prayer, by Bebe Winans.
Frankly, it’s making me want to run screaming out into the street. I’m not sure I can take one more song about Jesus. In the last one that played, “Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him,” towards the end Bebe just took to sining “Christ” over and over again in his upper register (and, yes, I do envy his range). It nearly drove me batty. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t begrudge the christians their holiday and all, and I know I’m a religious minority in this country, etc. However, I’m looking forward to January, when I can leave my house without getting beat over the head with Jesus.
Does that make me a Scrooge?