In commemoration of Andy Rooney’s passing, I’d like to write about something that really bugs me: Christmas.
Truth be told, I have no problem with holidays. I have no issue with buying people presents, sending out Christmas cards, going shopping in crowded malls and I don’t mind being around my extended family (as long as they limit their visits to once or twice a year).
It’s fair to say I love Christmastime. I just hate how people are making the Christmas season last for three months.
Fellow nerd blogger Jared Hunt spotted Christmas merchandise at the Ripley Wal-Mart around Oct. 1. Apparently, stores start stocking artificial trees and ornaments as soon as the back-to-school merchandise hits the clearance aisle.
My wife spotted her first Christmas commercial around Oct. 17. I still haven’t seen the Hershey’s Kisses “Carol of the Bells” commercial (which I loathe) but I have a feeling it will be premiering soon.
Just this morning, we received a press release from Huntington “lite rock” station Magic 97.9. They switched to an all-Christmas music format this morning. Here’s a quote from the station’s program director Chris Reynolds:
“I’ve been getting asked since August, what day we were making the switch. It’s great for businesses that want to share the holiday spirit with their customers and employees. One of the reasons Christmas music is so popular is because it reminds people of family and tradition. No matter how tough the economy gets or what’s going on in your life, Christmas music helps cheer you up.”
Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but Christmas music in November does not cheer me up. It makes me seethe.
And take my Facebook friends. Please. Just one week into November, my Facebook friends are posting pictures of their Christmas trees. I’ve seen half a dozen people post about listening to Christmas music. IT’S THE BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER. THANKSGIVING WON’T BE HERE FOR OVER TWO WEEKS.
Which brings me to my point. In all this hubbub about Christmas, we have completely forgotten about Thanksgiving.
You know, the holiday where we celebrate the Pilgrims’ friendship with Native Americans by gorging ourselves at the dinner table and passing out on the couch. The holiday where everyone buys a newspaper (but no one reads the stories).
When I was a kid, I knew exactly when the Christmas season began. It happened when Santa appeared on the Macy’s Day Parade. That was the starting gun.
It’s not too late to save Christmas. I’m begging you, please don’t put up a single decoration until Nov. 24. Don’t buy a single gift until Black Friday. Enjoy Thanksgiving.
If we hold off on Christmastime this year, maybe we won’t be so glad to see it leave come Dec. 26.