I read in some book that a fortnight is two weeks. Or three. Whatever. The point is that it's currently a fortnight until I go home, and right now the only thing getting me through this melancholy finals season is my joyful playlist for Christmas season. But I'm not like all those other Catholic gals with their traditional Christmas music from car radios and "Mariah Carey "“ All I want for Christmas is You" Pandora stations. No. I'm a Jew. I had to go by other means to get my Christmas music fix. Obscure movies, weird Spanish station carols, I downloaded it all. And I came up with a fortnight of weird ass Christmas songs that just might make you feel jolly. So kick your feet back, burn your flashcards, and drunkenly sext your roommate! That's what the holidays are for.
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