Last week, while shuttling my kids around town and flipping through radio stations, I unexpectedly landed on one playing Christmas tunes. At first, I was bewildered, like when you encounter your teacher in the supermarket wearing sweats and buying wine. Everything felt out of place and confusing.
But as the holiday melodies sunk in, my initial reaction was, “Oh, hell no! What is happening? It’s not even the holiday season yet!” I was frustrated—much like I feel when Target tells me it’s time to stock up on school supplies while I’m relaxing by the pool. Seriously, Target, don’t rush me!
I tried to deny the arrival of the holiday season. Nope, not happening! But then one afternoon, as I listened to my kids squabble over nothing and read yet another depressing news piece, I thought, “Screw it! Let’s embrace the holiday spirit!”
I know I’m flouting the unwritten rule of “No Christmas Before Thanksgiving.” We haven’t even thawed our turkey yet, and it’s still pumpkin spice season—or whatever. I’m supposed to hold off on the Christmas cheer until the leftovers are gone, but honestly, I just don’t care this year.
Sure, it feels odd to hang tinsel while leaves swirl around my yard on a sunny, mild day. But who cares? I’m not that invested in a holiday that has some pretty dubious origins. I’m ready to dumpster dive into the festive spirit!
I want glitter and glow. I want vibrant red ornaments mingling with silver tinsel. I crave blue Hanukkah stars and shiny menorahs. I want twinkling lights and joyful bells. Luckily, I have a vase full of ornaments from last year, and I still haven’t taken down the outdoor lights, so I’m all set. #lazinesspaysoff
Instead of waiting until the day after Thanksgiving, I’m hauling out the red and green bins today. I’m going to sing along to Bing Crosby while I deck the halls and trim the tree. I’ll probably rewatch Love Actually for the 235th time and laugh uncontrollably when Clark Griswold has his holiday meltdown in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.
I’ll greet random strangers with a cheerful “Happy Holidays!” and light pine-scented candles while splurging on shiny ornaments at the craft store—even though I’m not much of a crafter. Who knows, I might even slap some ridiculous Rudolph car decals on my beat-up minivan.
I’m determined to do whatever it takes to feel cheerful and merry. And if you’re one of those “wait until after Thanksgiving” types, keep your opinions to yourself. Don’t steal my joy. Plus, research shows that those who decorate early tend to be happier. Fact.
Let’s face it: the world can be a dumpster fire sometimes, and we need to find joy wherever we can. So, I’m giving a big middle finger to negativity with my extended holiday season. Forget the rules; the world could definitely use more sparkle right now.
In summary, I’ve decided to embrace the Christmas spirit early this year because we all need a little extra cheer. Despite societal norms, I’m ready to deck the halls and spread joy.