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I finally found a decent classic rock radio station up here, until a few weeks ago when they started playing holiday tunes. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the crooners, it’s that Frank Sinatra isn’t that appealing to me.

The feeling I got hearing the original “Frosty the Snowman” song took me back.

For three years, during and after college, I was a produce expert at a grocery store in the Milwaukee suburbs. After about three weeks, I had gained the ability to block out the boring top 40 or soft rock hits they played throughout the store.

It got to the point that I would only hear the loud speakers when a price check was needed or the produce department had a phone call to handle.

(Those calls were always people calling about exotic fruits we didn’t have or having me set aside a product that we had a limited amount of and was on sale.)

As a produce expert, I was in charge of the lettuce and other veggies that needed to be kept wet, so they don’t dry out and turn brown and soft. Our “wet wall,” as we called it was about 40 feet long, and when the sprinklers let out their would be bird calls and other noises emanating from the walls.

(I assume they existed to make the vegetables feel like they were back in nature.)

Along with the wildlife noises would be Bing Crosby belting out, “I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain. What a glorious feeling and I’m happy again.”

But after Halloween, the Top 40 and soft rock hits stopped and the Christmas music began. Not even the grocery store gave Thanksgiving its day in the sun.

Nov. 1 at 6 a.m. I would show up ready to open the department and it would dawn on me, “it’s Christmas music time.” Shoppers loved it, they would walk up to me with big smiles and say, “It’s Christmas time!”

But one year in July, a certain sausage company put out ads that used the music of Christmas carols to sell brats. The shoppers did not enjoy that. “What is this? It’s summer, why are you playing holiday stuff!”

That’s how I feel until about Dec. 20. I’m no Scrooge, but I do say ‘bah humbug’ to Christmas music on the radio.

I’ve always felt, I will listen to Christmas music the week Santa is flying around or until there is snow on the ground.

These are my selected favorites for this time of year, “Happy Christmas (War is Over)” by John Lennon, “Father Christmas” by The Kinks, “Run Rudolf Run” by Chuck Berry, and the greatest Bruce Springsteen song “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.”

There is also some great holiday jazz music like “My Favorite Things” by John Coltrane,

As you may have noticed, I’m not big into today’s pop music, so I’m not a huge fan of Mariah Carey’s holiday tune or others of that ilk.

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