But if you thought this was going to be the part where I confess that I just can’t get enough of The Christmas Shoes song (the song about the young boy whose mother is dying and all he wants is to buy her a pair of shoes for Christmas before she passes) you will be disappointed. That song makes me want to put a knitting needle in my eye and twirl it around.
In fact, most things designed to bring out the sap in a person don’t do it for me. If it has chimes or a xylophone the chances are good it will bring out the very best (or the very worst ) in my sense of humor. That all depends on how you feel about mockery and sarcasm.
That having been said… I do have Christmas Shoes. Released in the fall of 2005, my Candy Cane Chuck Taylor’s fucking rule. Every year I wear them the week after Thanksgiving. Before I put my tree up or drag out the Christmas decorations. Out come my Chuck’s. I wish I had worn them a bit more in later November, early December. Because it seems I can barely see them this week.