Oh, please, maybe one time, and no more: Lou Monte, “Dominick the Donkey” – I run the risk of offending the proud Italian-American community with this blurb, but I will do my best to avoid that: this Christmas song is an aural nightmare that I will succumb to once a season, and usually, after that, never again. I was introduced to Dominick, an industrious pack animal, by a friend from New Jersey who was shocked to hear that this song was new to me. Unfortunately, it is now a staple. I listen to it once a season, enchanted by the clippity-clop of the Italian Christmas donkey, doing the work that Santa (?) can’t, because the hills and mountains of Italy are too steep and treacherous for his sleigh? Again, I’m not sure if this is actually true, but given what I know about donkeys, this tracks. It’s a real earworm, the kind of thing that I imagine you’d hear once at a drugstore on December 22nd, and burst into seasonal tears, singing the chorus in your head as you wrap presents for your ungrateful family, binging on peppermint bark and anxiety. Thanksgiving, who? —Megan Reynolds
Fuck yes: Mariah Carey, “O Holy Night” — It’s hardly revolutionary to say that this is a classic of the holiday music genre but my lifelong resistance to holiday cheer has made it so that I only heard Mariah’s version of this song for the first time maybe five years ago. I regret my hardheadedness; this song is perfect, she is resplendent and so extra in the way that the holidays should be. I do not think Christmas is a day that is particularly holy, but you bet your bippy that I’m going to listen to Mariah wail that high note while setting up my fake Christmas tree and I shan’t feel bad about it. Earnest season begins today! —MR
Fuck yes: Mariah Carey, “O Holy Night” — It’s hardly revolutionary to say that this is a classic of the holiday music genre but my lifelong resistance to holiday cheer has made it so that I only heard Mariah’s version of this song for the first time maybe five years ago. I regret my hardheadedness; this song is perfect, she is resplendent and so extra in the way that the holidays should be. I do not think Christmas is a day that is particularly holy, but you bet your bippy that I’m going to listen to Mariah wail that high note while setting up my fake Christmas tree and I shan’t feel bad about it. Earnest season begins today! —MR