And a fa-la-la to you

While I am inclined to defend the trappings of Christmas anyway, I would probably do so more enthusiastically were it not the case that some of the most godawful, loudly-barking doggerel in the farging universe has been pressed into service on its behalf. No, I don't mean "Silent Night" or its brethren in the hymnal; I mean the crap they actually play on the radio between exudings of José Feliciano's incredibly-annoying "Feliz Navidad," which is in a subclass by itself.

And if you don't believe me, perhaps you'll believe Wendy.