Ohhhh, it's here. Yes, I already checked to see if the XM radio station changed from "Love" to "Holly" playing holiday tunes. And the red cups are out at Starbucks, so I know I am not the only one who feels this way.
I have been conditioned by working in retail to understand that the Christmas season begins on November 1st. I do in fact celebrate five seasons throughout the year and the fifth one is me considering Christmas a season, not a holiday. Hopefully this year I can make it past December 15th before I am sick of it, and I have a sporting chance at this seeing as I won't be getting attacked over iPads this year.
This is not a new phenomenon for me. For a while as a child, I claimed my future career path would be in "Christmas interior design," or simply put, getting paid to decorate for Christmas. I learned life skills from my dad (a civil engineer and dare I say, meticulous) about how to properly string lights on a Christmas tree. I don't know if we ever had a tree that managed to have less than 1,000 lights on it.
The hubs and I have to compromise early on to decide a date that I can start decorating. He doesn't usually agree to November 1st, and am quite certain that Thanksgiving is too late. I have already dusted off some indie-rock holiday tunes and the likes of the Rat Pack.
Let the package deliveries BEGIN!