This afternoon we all went to the Kintetsu Department Store at Kyoto Station to get some winter clothes for Anthony at Baby Gap, do some book shopping, and have dinner (the top-floor “Mirano-Tei”, a pseudo-Italian restaurant which looks fairly dubious, had excellent spaghetti at a reasonable price).
We had a wonderful time, but I was dismayed to hear Christmas music already. Sigh. I was even more dismayed to find that I sort of enjoyed it. (The problem, of course, is that within a week I'll be totally sick of it, thereby turning me into a sourpuss Scrooge by the time Christmas actually rolls around.)
There should be some kind of world-court law which prohibits Christmas music outside of the month of December. The penalty for a first offense would be death, and for a second offense they'd be forced to listen to Christmas music while shopping.
You call that proper punishment. No, if you want to punish them, they’re forced to wear tiny implants that play various versions of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, every, single, day until they crack.
or have them work in a place that plays Christmas music for two months out of the year.
As bad as it may seem, you don’t have to deal with it 40 hours a week.