All I want for Christmas is the chance to eat obscene amounts of bread sauce and pigs in blankets. But YOU are a close second.
I feel like Mariah’s Christmas music belongs to my generation. The rest of you might enjoy it, but it’s in our blood. First released in 1994, it caught us in the perfect, impressionable years where it could become imprinted on our brains forever after. I can actually hardly believe that it’s over 20 years old; it still feels as fresh and peppy and joyful today as it ever has. (Or are those the rose-tinted-hearing-aids of emotional attachment talking?)
It makes me genuinely sad that Mariah is no longer in a relationship with her Santa-cameo then-husband Tommy Mottola. Again, this is projection and emotional over investment – what difference does it make to my life whether Mariah’s married? None whatsoever – but I care.
Other relationships that I care about too much because I am part of the Heat magazine generation include:
- Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake
- Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe
- Helen and Paul from series 2 of Big Brother
- Leighton Meester and Adam Brody (NEVER BREAK UP, YOU GUYS)
You don’t need me to tell you why this song is brilliant. It’s warm, it’s bright, it employs a well-placed cowbell. I assume it’s on your Christmas playlist already.
What more can I do? All I want for Christmas is you.