Tis the season. Ho ho ho... puke. The approaching birthday of little baby Jesus does get me excited in some respects. Mostly because I always go with my mom, dad and brother to my granny's house up north. Uncles and aunts are there. There's a lot of board game playing and TV watching and eating crap. I love the traditional Christmas cheese logs.
We don't play Christmas music at the cafe. Ever. I know just about every other place of commerce in the country puts their Christmas classics collection on repeat starting right after Thanksgiving. We, thankfully, do no such thing.
I wonder who else doesn't play Christmas music. Do you think Starbucks does? It seems one thing to have the torturous drone of "Silent Night" (the smooth jazz version) echoing through department or grocery stores; places where people mill around and generally don't spend excessive amounts of time there.
It's different if a restaurant or cafe plays those songs. Well, TGI Friday's is one thing- they could probably get away with it . A coffee shop is different though, right? You go there to relax or study or have a hushed break-up talk with your grad student boyfriend. If the airwaves were polluted by Charlotte Church warbling "Jingle Bells," people might go crazy.
The holiday season is good for work. It's crazily busy. We're located in the center of the town's shopping district, and our cafe has its own line of merchandise that people just buy up like they're so lazy that they have to get their loved ones presents from the cafe they go to every day- just to be efficient.
Well, what can I say? I do my Christmas shopping there too.
Happy Holidays!!
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