The holiday season is upon us, and maybe I’m getting older and grouchier, but the Christmas season has now invaded our lives to the point that—no joke—I saw Christmas lights up the day after Halloween. Halloween! This can’t stand! On October 29th as I made my way to Target to buy last minute candy to hand out to kids dressed as pumpkins, skeletons and Taylor Swift, I found that not only had Halloween—still 3 days away at that point—been relegated to one row and a couple shelves, while the rest of specialty section had already been taken over by Christmas.
It’s a corporate, and private take over of the holiday season by the fat man in a red suit. I like Thanksgiving, heck, I like Halloween! I’m not ready to listen to Bing Crosby and Elvis croon about mistletoe, and snow, when it’s 80 degrees out and students are still all over campus. Have we lost our collective minds?
Have we given up on patience? Are we unable to take a slow stroll through the whole magical season that starts with Halloween and ends with the new year?
Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and bad wine. I want to celebrate that first! What’s next? Valentine’s day on Christmas Eve? It’s time to put our foot down and say no more. This three-month monopoly of Christmas can only make us sick of it all. I feel like it needs to be said: GET OFF MY LAWN, CHRISTMAS!