Not before Thanksgiving!

[muckefuck]

If you know me personally, you will not be surprised to find that monshu had to drag me kicking and screaming to the mall yesterday. The first place we went to was Crate & Barrel which was already fully decked out for Christmas. Worse, they were playing Christmas carols and, worser still, no sooner had I stepped inside when I was assaulted with "Jingle Bell Rock" (universally acknowledged as one of the Top Three Shittest Christmas Songs Ever). I said to myself, Cosmos, you are not making this one bit easier as I gritted my teeth and trudged along after my man and we looked high and low for a particular lamp that wasn't even in that store.

(It turns out that it was the C2 catalog he was looking in. Most important lesson of the trip: Always bring the catalog with you.)

The crowds were heavier than I'd expected. On top of that, almost everyone in line seemed to be clutching some Christmassy gee-gaw or another, leading me to conclude that my anti-retailer rants about Holiday Creep are somewhat misguided. We are simply living in a sick society. Evidence of this came on the trip home: I counted three Christmas trees on display in the block adjacent to ours alone and we passed at least four Christmas tree lots on Ashland on the way up.

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[richardthinks.livejournal.com]

I used to rail against the christmasization of autumn and, more recently, summer, but the truth is that life now passes me by in such a terrifyingly fast blur that I'm glad of the reminder, weeks and weeks before the event, that it's coming. Else I'd miss it, like everything else.