I love Christmas Carols. I don’t mind when they’re the song stuck in my head (assuming this happens in the appropriate period between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day). But I despise having my brain endlessly repeat some jingle proclaiming the glories of wireless service because it’s been attached to a favorite carol like some life-draining parasite.
I know, that’s what advertisers want. They consider perniciously embedding their slogans and catchphrases into my head to be a good thing. But one day, the punishment for this will be confinement in a small room with a phlegmatic man who clears his throat every ten seconds. Cruel, yes; but how else will they learn?