This time of year, one of the local radio stations plays Christmas music non-stop from Thanksgiving through Christmas day. On the whole, I enjoy it.
However, I have a confession: I loathe the song about the Christmas shoes.
For those who have been blessed by not ever having heard this song, it's the one with this kid who doesn't have any money but wants to buy his mother shoes so she'll look pretty if she "sees Jesus tonight." (No, really). See, she's been sick and in the hospital and doesn't have much time and...Ughh. You cannot get more sickeningly and mawkishly manipulative than this one. It's as if a Thomas Kinkade painting threw up a Precious Moment figurine onto a compact disk. And then poured maple syrup on it.