December first, do you hit play fast
Or avoid those songs like a ghost from your past?
First note hits—do you smile or flee?
That intro alone is a threat to me
Is it comfort, is it cheer, is it seasonal bliss?
Or a psychological endurance test like this?
God or gremlin? What's your call?
Deck the halls or block it all?
Sing along or leave the room?
Joyful noise or festive doom?
When you hear that high note scream—
"IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAAS"—you know what I mean
Is Mariah the matriarch of all your Christmas cheer?
Or do you only know the dirty We Three Kings this time of year?
Is it Carol of the Bells or something holiday adjacent?
Or no Christmas songs allowed until the day is basically ancient?
Do you Rudolph through December or go full Jingle All The Way?
Or are you waiting for that one note that makes it finally feel like the day?
Is it comfort, is it cheer, is it seasonal bliss?
Or a psychological endurance test like this?
God or gremlin? What's your call?
Deck the halls or block it all?
Sing along or leave the room?
Joyful noise or festive doom?
When you hear that high note scream—
"IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAAS"—you know what I mean
There's a playlist somewhere
Thirty years in the making
Every song a memory
Every note worth taking
But there's always that one track
That hits before you're ready
The one that finds the soft bit
When you weren't quite feeling steady
Whether you've been playing it since October
Or you've held out until Christmas Eve
That song knows exactly where you live
And it always makes you feel
God or gremlin? What's your call?
Deck the halls or block it all?
Sing along or leave the room?
Joyful noise or festive bloom?
When you hear that high note scream—
"IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAAS"—you know what I mean
God or gremlin? Either way—
That song was always going to find you anyway