I've been trying to put it off for a few weeks now. When I stumble on the displays in the stores, I steer the other way. When I see the ads start to come, I turn the page. When I find the music on the 24/7 radio station already, I turn the dial (well, no, I actually didn't, but it goes better with my whole "disdainful reproach" thing going on here).
Despite my attempts to keep Christmas in its place (that place is DECEMBER, in case you're wondering), the world around me just isn't in agreement. I don't know if it's the recession and fears of retail failure that is driving this ever-earlier push of the season (funny, the malls were PACKED for the past two weekends, like, pull out the extra parking attendants kind of packed, like park on the roof of the Mall of America kind of packed, but I digress...), or if it's just this herd mentality of "hey, everyone else is putting out their Christmas lights so I will too" but I think we all need to get a grip.
Let's wait until there is snow in the parts of the country where there should be snow, let's wait until the Thanksgiving dishes are in the dishwasher, and maybe we should all try to wait for, oh, I don't know, December 1st before we deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-la?
I'm not trying to be a Scrooge. Really. I'm not. Anyone who knows me is fully aware of my unabashed love of the Christmas season and all things red-and-green. I was born in December, for crying out loud (on one of the luckier dates before the 25th) and have always had an almost unnatural love for the Christmas tree. Cinnamon-scented pinecones? Love 'em. Hot chocolate with mini-candy canes hanging off the edge? Divine. Outdoor ice-skating, caroling, and one-horse-open-sleigh rides? I'm on board, Mr. Currier and Mr. Ives.
I just wanted to hold off a little longer this year, just, you know, to make it a little more...special.
This pumpkin bread came out of the oven today while Jackson danced to Nat King Cole's famous rendition of "The Christmas Song" and I positively ensconced myself in the delicious scents of the season that cannot be held back. I'm not ALL*CHRISTMAS*ALL*THE*TIME! yet (I adore and respect you too, Thanksgiving, and remain fully committed to exploring new side dish recipes and preparing for one of the best meals of the year next week), but I guess I'm just one of the herd, after all.