So there I was yesterday morning awaiting a flight in the San Antonio, Texas airport when I became aware that very loud Xmas music was being piped all over the terminal—really loud; drop your suitcase loud; bug eyed loud; enough to drive you onto the runway.
Someone told me it was in preparation for the arrival of a flight carrying disabled war vets who were coming home from Iraq and Afghanistan.
Imagine coming into a terminal on your newly crafted prosthetic legs and hearing Jingle Bells or Rockin’ reindeer. It was a sobering sense I had: we don’t know how to welcome the wounded so we aim for Burl Ives singing have a Holly Jolly Xmas.
I think were I coming off that airplane I’d feel even sadder. Call me a gloomy and unseasonable fellow if you want. But Xmas music is commodified treacle under the best of circumstances. It would be better to have a brass band. It would be better to hear “The Stars and Stripes Forever” or Sousa’s “The Thunderer” than “Frosty the Snowman” and I am not in danger of taking this back.
So I’m a sour puss. I can only tell you that the sugar plum fairy better get out of my way.
On the first day of Xmas Uncle Sammy gave to me
My discharge papers and a phat colostomy.
Etc. etc.
SK
Planet of the Blind 
ok, I suck. I missed you when you were in town because I was having a huge fight . . . . well, or something like that. I suck. I missed you. And I owe you a call.
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Yikes you do indeed sound like the Grinch. Maybe the music was loud because they wanted to test the limits of the sound system in the terminal. This way everyone will know exactly why all the overbooked and delayed flights are cancelled or delayed. You see they want all the old folks hard of hearing get th message as well.
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