Unless, of course, the music is either Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby (too few people name their children Bing these days), or Elvis. If not one of these masters of the holiday spirit, then just give me a Silent Night. Unfortunately, not everyone recognizes the necessity of quality music or simply silence.
Kelly says, "I am about twenty minutes from murdering my brother. If anybody out there knows how to disassemble a set of tenors, please notify me immediately. Seriously, I'm over it. Does anybody else have a little brother that thinks he's some kind of musical prodigy? And you don't count, Becky K, because your brother really is some kind of musical prodigy. Anyway, I am seriously ready to abduct my brother's set of tenors and pitch them into the Meramec while I'm on my way to work today. I mean it. Those tenors are on the verge of completely ruining Christmas."
Sometimes, life has a strange way of making you thankful for the things you take for granted. Merry Christmas Eve's Eve!
