That changed a few months ago, when I decided the best thing for my mental health as we entered another pandemic wave would be to assemble every opera singer’s Christmas album and listen to it for the purposes of ranking them. It’s a good thing, too, that Spotify stops tracking my listening data in late October for its annual Wrapped feature, usually well before I start to play certain albums on repeat: the Vince Guaraldi Trio, the Robert Shaw Chorale, Sharon Jones, Sufjan Stevens, Bob Dylan… Yet, despite both a love of Christmas and of opera, I’ve tended to shy away from listening to opera singers’ Christmas albums. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that I love Christmas as much as Kanye loves Kanye. But the wisdom of our memes is in the simile and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the internet’s done for. Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, the particulars of Kanye’s love for himself. The register of my joy at this time of the year is secured by the glühwein, the television specials, the tree markets, and the carols.
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