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When Santa vists his Paesans with Dominick he’ll be, because the reindeer cannot climb the hil
With life obligations mounting, it’s been difficult to keep focused on having the holiday spirit, which is frustrating, because I’ve wanted it to be Christmas more than ever for months.
Today I found myself grasping desperately for some way to hold on to that spirit while I was at work (D and I started decorating the house when I got home, so that helped tremendously, but I needed something to get me through the 8 hours leading up to that point…)
As noted last week, we started a Holiday Music bracket at work. Today, one of the battles included “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas” vs “Dominick the Donkey.”
To me, this was a no-brainer: Growing up in an incredibly Italian-American region of the country, Dominick was a continuous staple in the Christmas song rotation. It was surprising to me once I moved out of the area for different periods of time and met people not from towns that considered themselves primarily “Italian” or “Catholic” that Dominick was not a hit. Everything about this song is cheesy and over-the-top, but that’s what makes it so damn good, especially when you watch grown adults defend its honor.
We’ll see how it ends up playing out in the bracket, but this campy Christmas tune will always be #1 to me.