|Here, a turkey begs to be killed on time.|
I think we're all clear on the whole "Matthew hates Christmas" thing. I've discussed it at length.
I realize the rest of you love Christmas sales, Christmas parties, Christmas displays, Christmas sales at Thanksgiving, Christmas Music, Christmas sales at Halloween, Christmas music in September...
Oh, wait, what's that? Is that a grumble of discontent?
My people! You have not forsaken me. After all these years of waiting, plotting, and explaining my activities to the Department of Homeland Security, I can reveal my plans. We can begin the real war on Christmas. The War to Keep Christmas in December.
The key to our success is to fight with music. Christmas songs are humanity's vilest creations (unless you count the mullet). Some of you will claim to like Christmas songs, but the third time you hear Paul McCartney's "A Wonderful Christmas Time" in a row, you'll be ready to join the army.
|The soundtrack in Hell|
How do we counter Christmas music? Thanksgiving Music. Someone needs to create enough catchy Thanksgiving music to keep Christmas at bay. That's the problem, though. Everybody wants to make a Christmas song; Christmas is about families and togetherness and about the birth of Christianity's savior. Nobody wants to write a Thanksgiving song; Thanksgiving is about gluttony and the Native American genocide.
The easy answer is to re-purpose existing holiday songs. Some examples:
Channukah (or however we're spelling that holiday this year)
Turkey, turkey, turkey, I made you out of meat.
And when you're cold and yucky, I will go reheat.
Fourth of July
Oh say, can you see, by the kitchen timer's light
What so proudly we hail as the turkey's last gleaming?
I'm dreaming of a dead turkey, just like the ones I used to roast
Where there is no worry and children don't hurry to watch their marshmallows toast.
I was working in the kitchen, late one night, when my eyes beheld an awesome sight
My turkey from its pan began to rise, and suddenly (to my surprise) it did the mash
It did the potato mash...
Okay, so music isn't my strong suit. One of you will have to do some minor work in fleshing those out into billboard-topping songs. If you don't, it's your fault if you'll be hearing Paul McCartney singing about Christmas in August next year.