I love Christmas as much as the next person. I do. Thanksgiving is one of my favorites times of year, because it's right when Christmas starts to get in full force and that whole "spirit of Christmas" mumbo jumbo comes out. All cheesiness aside, it's kind of magical. The build up for Christmas is almost more exciting than Christmas itself, in my opinion.
when I'm studying physics, feeling like my soul is getting sucked from my body (yes, physics is like the dementors in Harry Potter...it sucks out souls), I don't want to hear happy, jolly, Christmas music coming from the apartment next door.
I just don't.
I would love to hear the music when, you know, I'm done with the stupid test I have to take, and done with writing my persuasive essay. But, until then...no fun for me = no fun for anyone.
Which isn't true. And kind of selfish of me. But, you try studying physics with Bing Crosby (or whoever it was) singing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" just five feet away from you through paper thin walls! Not an easy feat, I tell you what.