Am I aloud?

Am I allowed to like playing that Mariah Carey 'All I Want for Christmas' number (a song which I'm sure has put more moolah in her love box than any of her other 'releases') up really loud whenever December rolls around? Am I allowed to like The Little Drummer Boy, especially because it's a weird military intrusion on the three wise men theme, especially because it's a bit creepy, all that rump-a-pum-pumming, and especially creepy when Bing and Bowie sing it in that tripped out seventies video clip (Bing about to bust his last breath, Bowie improvising in a range the angel Gabriel never blessed him with)? Am I allowed to really dig Boney M singing Feliz Navidad - I Wanna Wish You A Merry Christmas? And that Paul Kelly one about the dude in jail wishing he was making gravy? And the weird Beatles Christmas fanclub welcomes, and all the shouldn't-have-gone-there Xmas albums that our heroes have dabbled with? Hell yes. Even the cream of the hall of fame know that in December you do whatever damn well makes you feel good.

All we must remember is that what feels good very rarely looks good.