The Little Drummer Boy Is my husband's favorite, too. I loathe it.

My most memorable bad Christmas song experience: I used to have my clock radio set to a country music station because, while I rarely liked anything the station played, I could always stand it until I could get it together to turn the blasted thing off. (The radio lived across the room from my bed)

That was until one morning when I heard Johnny Cash singing "The Little Srummer Boy" with a full boys' choir doing the "Pah-rum-pum-pum-pums." Never had I levitated ere that morning, but I set an air speed record flying to the radio to make it stop!

I could just imagine the conversation Johnny must've had with his producer: Alright, I'll do the danged thing, but I ain't singin' no &*%$@! "pah-rum-pum-pum-pum!"