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So I was in Lowe's the other day to buy some plumbing supplies. They had already trotted out their fake Christmas trees. Other than the fact that it is somewhat jarring to see Christmas trees mingled with Halloween yard displays, the more disturbing aspect was that it was SEPTEMBER.

Then I read this:

http://www.bbc.com/capital/story/20160929-this-is-why-christmas-creep-makes-us-cringe

One of the lines I love most in this article is the following:

Part of Nicotera’s anger, for instance, is that nostalgia for an earlier time. “The day after Thanksgiving, the whole world opened up and there was Christmas,” she recalls. “People today are missing that thrill — they are missing the awe and surprise.”

And this is all too true. One of the greatest things I remember about Christmastime is the unfolding of events, the heightened anticipation of seeing the tree go up, of the gradual increases in decorations both around town as well as in my home, and of the Advent calendar marking the days off until the BIG DAY. Now, not so much.

Maybe I was just ignorant of the world around me, and the advertisements really did go on just the same way as they do now. But it FEELS wrong, and while that's not something quantifiable, it's still just as real to me as the way I feel on a cold December evening with the fire going and the soft glow of the Christmas tree filling the room with gentle, warm light. So, slow down and enjoy it, everyone.

And for goodness' sake, the skeletons and the inflatable yard witches do NOT go with candy canes and Christmas trees...

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Oh... Wait...

:)

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