The best part about Thanksgiving is football. The worst part is the full-fledged onset of Christmastime. And if October and November are any indication, the world is going to be cramming Christmas down our throats to take our minds off of all the suckiness going around.

In fact, I’ve been TORTURED for the past three weeks with Christmas music at the office. Christmas music is the devil’s music. And the music director at Boston’s Oldies 103 who okayed the early start of the 24-7 Christmas music deserves a swift kick in the groin. And then another. And then another. And maybe, if my foot isn’t tired, another.

I have an archaic AM-FM radio on my desk which I keep on WEEI. I know Ernie hates ‘EEI, but my options are limited and I’d rather think about something I like (football & sports) while doing something I hate (work). But my boss has his own radio, and a big one, with big speakers. And he keeps it on Oldies 103 throughout the whole year, which is bad enough, but then with the Christmas music, it because TORTURE. If I hear Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” one more time… so help me God… I might go more crazy than if I hear “Trade Tom Brady” again and that’s pretty damn crazy.

My other boss and I agree on one thing only in the whole entire world. The Christmas music has got to go.