At the moment, however, this fact enrages me: Sir Paul McCartney has been raking in four hundred thousand dollars per year from "Wonderful Christmas Time." He has earned, according to Wikipedia, approximately $15 million from this one craptastic-yet-catchy song.
If you like it, I'm sorry. No, you know what? I'm not sorry. It's a shitty, soulless song. It's the Michael Caine of Christmas songs*, a where's-the-check performance that relies on one annoying beeoom-beeoom-beeoom-beeoom synthesizer riff, candidate for one of the worst earworms in music history, plus a dreadfully repetitive chorus, all relying on our love of his voice to carry the day.
What's a good Christmas song? How about David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing The Little Drummer Boy? Worlds collide in an unexpected, grace-filled way.
*Caine's recent performances have redeemed him; I speak of him in the long middle section of his career.