I am trapped in customer service telephone hell.
I wouldn't mind so much if the infinite roll of Christmas carols they're playing at me weren't buried in so much static. Or if they chose versions that weren't maudlin and lugubrious.
Stop singing about holly jolly holidays with a catch in your throat. And if you're going to hang a star upon the highest bough, remember that only Judy ever got away with quavering like that. Your quivers, semi-quivers, demi-quivers and little achey-breachy wibble-wobble-whoopses will not be supplanting Judy as doleful holiday queen anytime soon, alright? Go try a jolly little jingle bells. Go ahead, try it. Throw in that perky decant about snowflakes if you want, but above all, sing it cheery!
I've got a long wait and an epic argument ahead of me and i want to be in a fighting spirit. Not curled up sobbing underneath my Christmas tree while a second-rate celebrity sings a mournful dirge about snowmen.
Please. Thank you. Please.