The First Noel as God intended. Surely.

I’ve noticed a disconcerting trend in shops this year–the playing of ‘new’ Christmas songs.

Now I understand the need to shake things up a bit. It doesn’t take many rounds of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer to bring on the homicidal tendencies. But the songs I’ve been hearing–they’re not beautiful, nor are they fun; they’re more like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard. Slowly. Without mercy.

The other day I actually understood a couple of the words: first noel. And that’s about the time I lost all composure whatsoever.

What? Are they trying to sing The First Noel? Are you kidding me?!

Luckily, I seemed to be the only person in the produce department at that particular moment, so no witnesses. A Christmas miracle, for certain.

But seriously, there are so many good renditions of The First Noel, and many of them rarely, if ever, reach the air waves. Al Green’s, for one–I mean really, it’s Al Green.

Now that I mention, it would be a great start to the week. So, without further ado, here it is. Sing it like you mean it, people . . .

Na-da-da-dat-dat-dat-dat-dadadada-oh yeah . . .

Ah-ha-hahaha!

Aah, Merry Christmas everybody . . .