“My Favorite Things.” I'm sure you've heard it on the radio a million times by now.I don’t know who first decided that this Rodgers and Hammerstein ditty from the saccharine “Sound of Music” might be a Christmas song but whoever it was has now inflicted raindrops on roses and cream-colored ponies on us for the rest of our lives.
As much as I try I cannot discern the connection between wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings and Christmas.
In fact, this song is dumb and tiresome any time of the year.
Be gone!
1 comment:
its especially tiresome when Barbara Streisand sings it.
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