&quot;Here&#x27;s Why.&quot;<p>Aaaand close tab. You too, WaPo?<p>But yeah. It&#x27;s vogue right now to show disinterest in Christmas (at least in these here elitist North Eastern cities), but I&#x27;m one of the seemingly few that just loves the holidays. I didn&#x27;t come from money, and even though my parents ended up divorced after 25 years, &quot;family&quot; as the most important thing in the world bar none was drilled into our heads. Christmas was all the wonderful that came from and surrounded family. It was visiting, gifts, and food - putting the world aside for a minute and concentrating on just being together.<p>So yeah, I&#x27;m the guy that puts on Vince Guiraldi&#x27;s A Charlie Brown Christmas album at 12:01 am the day after Thanksgiving. I have a tree much too big for my apartment. I remain like Scrooge&#x27;s nephew Fred - impossible to bring down during the season, even if you&#x27;re a generally miserable person.<p>And I think that&#x27;s part of it. Don&#x27;t get me wrong - 24 hours of Christmas music a day for weeks or more has to be defined somewhere in UN definitions of torture. But for some people, this is the happiest time of year because it was, at one time, the happiest time of their year, and is associated with the happiest memories they may have from their lifetime. Music is strongly associated with this season, and I imagine with those memories.<p>And that sells, baby.