Thumbs Down: Christmas Carolers

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Thumbs Down: Christmas Carolers

Danielle Thompson

Danielle Thompson

Danielle Thompson

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It’s finally winter break. You’re chilling at home, de-stressing from all those exams, and it’s a peaceful, silent night. A simple knock on the door, a doorbell pressed is all it takes for that calm, Christmas atmosphere to be broken. The Christmas carolers have arrived.

They stand on the other side of the door, and sing for who knows how long. Will it be just a quick “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” and dash? Or will it be an entire drawn out extravaganza? What if they sing “Santa Baby” or “All I Want For Christmas Is You?” That’s awkward. And what the heck should I do while it’s happening? Seriously, can someone come up with etiquette for when a group of people stare and sing at you? I can’t even handle that on my birthday, and that’s only a minute long with the promise of cake. The only thing these carolers are bringing is the cold from the open door.

Also, not every person celebrates Christmas (shocking, I know). Those poor people already have to endure festive music that doesn’t apply to them blasted from every store and radio. They don’t want to hear a stranger’s rendition of “Rockin around the Christmas Tree.”

If you want to sing Christmas songs, by all means, jam out. ‘Tis the season to be jolly and all that. And if you want to wish me a Merry Christmas, please do. Yet, let’s refrain from knocking on random people’s doors this holiday. I’m pretty sure that breaks a few stranger danger rules.

I’ll admit, Christmas carolers are sweet in theory, and it’s a heartwarming cliche in movies. However, when strangers trek through the cold and come up to your door, they’re undoubtedly going to notice your messy house and ratty pajamas. It’s a loss for both sides.

If I want to hear Christmas music (and I do) then I know where to get it. I’m grateful to live in a world where I can find whatever song I want just by googling it. Unless you’re Adele or Mariah Carey, please don’t come to my property and sing for me. That’s what YouTube is for.

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