Christmas has passed and — call me Scrooge — soon,  too, will the holiday hodgepodge of music filling restaurants and stores all over Long Island. I'm not talking about Bing Crosby, Elvis, Bruce or even The Waitresses — although there is such a thing as too much of even the good stuff.

There are, however, some Christmas music-and-food pairings that simply don't work. Case in point: At Torcellos in East Northport, where I’d stopped for a bowl of their very good pasta e fagiole, a nonstop medley of Chipmunks Christmas songs was pumping out of the sound system.

“Is it possible to change that to something else?” I asked our waitress during a fingernails-scratching-blackboard version of “Jingle Bells.” Thing was, nobody working the lunch shift that day knew how to silence the manically cheery high-pitched critters. Oh, the torture. It was only after the check had come — midway through “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” —  that Alvin, Simon and Theodore suddenly, inexplicably, blessedly shut up.

Like the crust of the Neapolitan pizza I saw emerging from the oven, the ensuing silence was positively golden.