Seasonal Affective Disorder

These sappy sentimental christmas songs are totally frying my brain. I wish there more than four of them so that KOST wouldnt have to play the same songs over and over again. the fact that the same four songs are performed by the same four "artists" does not dispel the monotony. These sixteen songs are programmed with a fascist iron fist that would have made Mussolini proud.
I have some serious reservations about the content of these holiday season songs. "I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus", warbled by the pre-pubescent King of Pop, was, in retrospect, a clear indicator of his severe emotional problems. Like The Who's Tommy, the poor boy witnessed something so traumatic, so heinous, there was no recovering from it. His brothers' refusal to believe him only served to add abandonment on top of the betrayal. Each of the eight times per day i hear this song, my hand positively twitches to call child protective services.
I still don't know the name of the next song, but it goes " do you hear what I hear", ad nauseum. I question the values put forth by the lyric' " a child, a child, shivers in the cold, let us bring him silver and gold." Why not give the kid a freakin' blanket, for crying out loud? what does a baby need silver and gold for? his college fund? Another example of throwing money at the problem, or the the outright, blatant materialism that has rendered christmas into the repulsive, violent free-for-all that has people exchanging blasts of pepper spray more readily than cards.
"Baby, it's cold outside" has nothing to do with christmas, and everything to do with sex. I have no problem with that. It's a really cute song, opprtunistic douchie guys macking on girls is what makes the world go 'round. The main problem with this selection is that it makes the other songs, i.e. Mariah Carey's "all i want for christmas is you" seem even more sucky , in comparison than, than they actually are.
The last song I will comment on will be "Have yourself a merry little christmas" by The Carpenters. This reading of the piece by the late, great Karen was probably intended to be "earnest"and "reflective", but instead comes off so flat-affect as to conjure up images of the gaunt, doomed, and anorexic Karen eschewing the christmas ham for yet another serving of salad and iced tea. A merry little chrstmas indeed. FML.