It’s the most wonderful tiiiiime of the year…well, not quite yet. I will admit it—I am a Christmas addict. I have already listened to a Christmas playlist on Spotify and planned out my Christmas wish list (mostly leggings and gift cards for Starbucks and Chipotle, in case anyone was wondering). I love Christmas music, Christmas movies, Christmas decorations, and most importantly, the return of the Peppermint Mocha.
To me, nothing is more magical than seeing the decorations in the mall while Mariah Cary croons “All I Want for Christmas is You” in the background, but even I have my limits. On a recent trip to the mall (November 8th for the record), I was shocked to see that Christmas decorations were already up and I could hear the familiar sound of bad covers of Christmas songs. I was still recovering from Halloween the weekend before—in fact my Halloween costume was still on the floor where I threw it after returning home Halloween night. My mind was nowhere near Christmas mode!
As mentioned above, I love all things Christmas, but even I refuse to decorate before Thanksgiving and even then only if there is snow on the ground. Let’s be honest, the real start of the Christmas season is me regretting that I ate so much and laying on the couch while pretending to watch football.
So please, please for the love of turkey and gravy, do not forget about the only national holiday dedicated entirely to stuffing your face with food where no one can tell you “no” to thirds or even fourths. So do not haul out the holly, do not put up the tree just yet, do not fill up the stockings. You ARE rushing things. You can deck the halls again soon. Just not before Thanksgiving.