As all fourteen of my regular readers know, I’ve always had this thing about putting up Christmas decorations, or in any way mentioning Christmas, before Thanksgiving.
By “thing” I mean seeing anything Christmas related before mid-November would send me into a murderous rage. That’s how I got banned from Wal-Mart.
I thought, and still think, starting Christmas while people are going down with heat exhaustion cheapens the holiday, and makes it overstay its welcome. I was okay with putting outside lights up early, mind you–as long as they weren’t turned on until Thanksgiving weekend.
As such I asked my State and Federal representatives to open a new hunting season: Any lit (or blown up) Christmas decorations seen before Thanksgiving would be open season. Shoot to darken!
That’s how I used to feel.
Not this year. This year I’m a happy little friggin’ elf.
Why? Because 2023 has been crap. In fact, it’s been the crappiest of the 2020s, which has been the crappiest decade of the century. I know we’re not that far in, but let’s face it: A stream of horrible years doesn’t make the most horrible less horrible. Someone get me that on a t-shirt.
Deaths, health scares, politics, extremists, the Kardashians are still around … our dog died and our car broke down. That’s a country song, man.
So, as the song goes: We need a little Christmas, today. Get started. Brighten up everything–make those electric meters spin. We need the color, the lights, the cheer, even the songs.
Yes, I know Christmas is too commercial these days, but so what? You don’t have to be commercial. I mean, yeah, you should buy books to give out as Christmas presents, but otherwise don’t worry about it: Just kick back and relax some, between now and the 25th (of next month). Make the time. Watch a Christmas movie, curl up on the couch listening to Christmas music (ahem–while reading a good book, or one of mine), do whatever it takes to bring down the stress level a little. There’s no law against it. I know, because my Representatives wouldn’t return my calls.
Merry Christmas! Party early, and keep those lights on after the holidays, right up until the Santa Mafia shows up to get you committed.
The Santas are just grumpy because they have to work through the holidays.
Remember: Every time a book gets rung up, an author gets his wings.
This is why I leave the Christmas tree up, all year around.
They’re not putting Christmas decorations early, they are quite confused about the end of Daylight savings time.
Yeah, around here that’s a thing.