1 didn't even know her name until last Christmas. But I hate Gayla Peevy. I've never met her, I don't know her, but I hate her just the same. I spent most of my life enjoying every element of the Christmas Season until about 5 years ago when I hear it for the first time; the gawd-awful mess that is "I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas."
I have never heard anything more ridiculous in my life. My hate for this pile of sh*t is two fold: 1- the singing will cause your ears to bleed. 2 - Annoying ass moms call into the radio station to request it so their snot nosed little kids can get 2 and a half minutes of joy before they bitch about something else they want. This song is a cancerous ear worm that lingers in it's victims longer than fruitcake in the pantry.
Absent in this Christmas tune are thoughts of warm feelings, Christmas cheer, the story of the nativity, or anything else that makes the Christmas season so enjoyable. The only thing this little ditty teaches kids is bad rhymes and it also promotes unreasonable expectations.
So Gayla Peevy, I hate you. And you Hippopotamus.
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