Worst Christmas Song

Worst Christmas Song.

You just can’t escape them, from about December 8th until the dawn of the New Year. Christmas songs, in all shapes, sizes, versions good and bad, the old, the classic, the modern and in-between.
There’s one song that I don’t want to hear and thankfully so far this year I haven’t heard it. That song is a rendition by Frank Sinatra of ‘I’ll be home if only in my Dreams’
It’s a couple of years since I last hear it on the radio. It was then it struck me just how mournful and dreary the whole thing is. Now Christmas is supposed to be about joy, happiness and good vibes. Listen to this particular dirge for a while and you might be getting other ideas and not [positive ones about what you might want to do with the rest of your life. Sinatra is no mean singer, but listening to this dirge, and his reading of the song, you would wonder how he manages to sound so downbeat and gloomy.
Sinatra, with all his fame, talent, wealth, mafia connections and conveyor belt of beautiful women at his beck and call, sounding more lonesome than that man they showed on last nights RTE 9 o clock news who is spending his fourth Christmas living alone in a hut in the woods in the Dublin mountains
On and on he moans intoning that he’ll be home for Christmas if only in his dreams. Where ever he is or wherever he’s stuck, he’ll obviously not be at the family dinner table and pulling the wishbone of the turkey.
And you can just imagine some of his relatives saying, ,well now Frank me boy if your going to be that grumpy and moody when you come home, then you can stay where you are. Don’t bother your head coming near us.

As I say luckily I didn’t hear it this year, and perhaps it was banned from airplay due to the recession and all the gloomy forecasts of the continuing global downturn for 2009. Things are bad enough without adding Frank’s dirge to the daily broadcast of George Lee and other profits of doom broadcasters.
Can’t beat the old songs, Jingle Bells, White Christmas and of course that classic by The Pogues, The Fairy Tale of New York, that cheerful song about the down and out in the drunk tanks of New York.
Pass me that half empty pint glass so that I can cry into it for a while.

Happy Christmas.