I like to listen to Christmas music in season. I don't start until after Thanksgiving is over, and I end on midnight of Christmas day.

I listen pretty much all day everywhere. At home, at work, in the car.

People have complained.

I explain that I spend all year wanting to murder everyone around me, and listening to Christmas music reminds me of a time when I didn't believe everyone deserved to be murdered. It's an annual mood reset that takes me back to a child-like baseline of kumbaya bullshit where everyone can be kind and love each other.

It doesn't always work. There have been years when the ignorance and cruelty interfere with the reset and I stop the music and embrace the hate.

Those are not good years.

Listening to a month of Christmas music seems a small price to pay.