Welcome back. As I write this, Spotify is playing a Christmas song. No, I didn’t pick it. This is what happens when I hit shuffle. Before that, another Christmas song played. Now an ad promoting shopping early for Christmas gifts just came on.
Hold on. I’m checking my calendar.
Right. Just as I thought. September. I’m still in shorts and a t-shirt. The leaves are still green and on the trees. Right.
Fa la la la la la la la la la.
I love Christmas as much as the next random person. It brings a nice warm glow as we head into the coldest and darkest nights of the season. People are a little nicer; the houses glow a little brighter, and lots of goodwill and cheer showed on television.
Yeah, I enjoy that too, after I eat turkey and then shop like an idiot the next morning.
Why are people in such a rush to start the holiday season? Especially when we have Halloween and Thanksgiving to enjoy?
I feel like this started, where I live anyway, around the time Hurricane Sandy hit. Everyone had enough no living with no power for two weeks and extreme cold. So, Christmas became a two-month event. Since then, it has grown. The minute September hits people start thinking Christmas.
It drives me nuts.
We need separation. I want to feel that transition from summer to fall (the weather doesn’t seem to want to play along, but someday it will be cool out). I want to feel scared and enjoy some good candy in the month of October. I want to look forward to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade and overeating with my family. Then we can jump into the next holiday.
Why rush. Enjoy each month as it comes. Christmas will be here soon enough.
What do you think? Are you running around humming Christmas songs already or are you just as sick of the rush? Leave a comment below.
Until Saturday, this randomly organized pop is going to bed. Have a good one.