Okay, it’s bad enough the mall I work in began to play Christmas Carols yesterday. It’s even weirder that Santa has already arrived in said mall. But this morning a ‘Happy Holiday’s’ style card dropped off by my paperboy left me a little flummoxed .
I am serious. I just received a Christmas Card in mid-November from my paperboy. He even signed it paperboy. What’s the matter paperboy? You wish to express your heartfelt wishes for my well-being but you can’t bring yourself to tell me your name? Oh well, in my mind you will remain ‘That guy I never see who drops stuff off at my front door’.
Great, and now I’ve used the oh-so ironic quotation marks three times in this post. Premature Christmas-ing has lead me to utilize an over-used and hackneyed form of expression. Am I the only one who thinks this is way too early to start putting up the cheery Christmas related decorations? I mean, Remembrance Days was only 3 days ago. Can’t we give the veterans a little more time to bask in our collective attention before we become obsessed with Christmas gifts?
I wasn’t born a scrooge. But give me a few more years of this November Christmas cheer and I think I could probably out bah-humbug the best of them.
