Sir I Wanna Buy These Shoes

There’s something heartwarming about a song that seems to advocate that the best way to spend the all-too-brief time before a loved one’s death is shopping at the mall. For stuff you can’t afford, stuff that is at best a distraction from the dismal circumstances of life. It, and by it I mean New Song’s “Christmas Shoes,” a holiday song that – if I had an archnemesis and that archnemesis could be an anthropomorphized piece of music (note to self: put that in the idea book) – would be my archnemesis; it is a reinforcement of every single thing that is ‘wrong’ with Christmas (crass commercialism) in the guise of celebrating everything that is ‘right’ with Christmas (joy, togetherness, charity and – for some people – Jesus, though my mileage varies on that last one).  Remember that the next time its strains make you all weepy-eyed.

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