It’s officially December which means, by my rules, it’s offically completely fine to listen to Christmas music non-stop for the next twenty-five days. Sadly, the season often finds me drearily pushing my shopping cart down the cereal aisle to the tune of a total bummer rendition of The Little Drummer Boy, or a horrifically shrill cover of Santa Baby, or, for whatever bizarre reason, a cover of Leonard Cohen’s decidedly not-a-Christmas-song, Hallelujah. There is no need for this. Not when...