Guest post by Meredith Lynn McCaskey
I am fond of Christmas music. The holiday season is incomplete without my favorite Christmas CDs drifting out of the speakers, the anthems at church, the Christmas music I play for myself on the piano. However, when I say Christmas music, I really mean Christmas hymns. I don’t have any objection to the old-time crooners—I like Bing Crosby warbling White Christmas as much as anybody—but I’m not nearly as enthusiastic about the kind of holiday music you hear playing in the department stores. There is nothing wrong with chestnuts roasting on open fires, or strolls through winter wonderlands while listening to sleigh-bells ring-a-linging, but I fear that if that’s where Christmas begins and ends, our hearts will be left hollow. The trouble with department store Christmas music is that it offers no hope to the broken-hearted or the heavy-laden at Christmastime.