Disgusting Christmas Music

If you haven’t heard this tune, read the words once:

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”The Christmas Shoes” It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously Pacing 'round like little boys do And in his hands he held a pair of shoes His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe And when it came his time to pay I couldn't believe what I heard him say Chorus: Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time You see she's been sick for quite a while And I know these shoes would make her smile And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight He counted pennies for what seemed like years Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here" He searched his pockets frantically Then he turned and he looked at me He said Mama made Christmas good at our house Though most years she just did without Tell me Sir, what am I going to do, Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out I'll never forget the look on his face when he said Mama's gonna look so great Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time You see she's been sick for quite a while And I know these shoes would make her smile And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight Bridge: I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love As he thanked me and ran out I knew that God had sent that little boy To remind me just what Christmas is all about

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Now, add stock music, a mediocre vocal and children singing at the end, and you’ve got the worst Christmas song ever wrote. This tune doesn’t pull at the heartstrings, it yanks them out and holds them hostage. There is no excuse for making up this horrible story for a Christmas song, adding the word Jesus in the chorus and making oneself, as the narrator, the disgustingly self-worthwhile hero. Why radio stations are still playing it is bizarre and confusing. Apparently, there are twelve pre-teen girls in South Florida who keep calling the stations and asking them to play it. Nobody’s calling these stations and asking them not to. The lyrics don’t rhyme and have no rhythm. The song is pure, unadulterated fluff. Anyone caught with a tear in their eye should have it for anger that record companies…CHRISTIAN record labels are force-feeding us this trash and not worthwhile inspirational music. If you want choke your way through the song, realize this: The little boy is a con artist, and the narrator, is not a hero but the duped fool. The little boy is going to bring Momma the shoes and she's going to sell them at the flea market for money for crack, and the idiot narrator hasn't been paying attention to the Iranian storekeeper who's been trying to tell him that the little boy does this every day. If you want to complain to the radio stations I’ve heard it on, first off, we have 97.9 WRMF in Palm Beach County/Fort Lauderdale. Music contact person is Amy Navarro who can be reached at 561-868-1100 or by email at anavarro@wrmf.com. I also heard the song on the Delilah show on Coast 97.3. Production Manager for Coast is David Israel, and their phone number is 954-584-7117. His email is david.isreal@cox.com. The Delilah Show can be emailed at d@radiodelilah.com. Please. Get this song off the airwaves!