That I am an opinionated person should surprise no one. I mean, do people without opinions even start blogs? I kinda doubt it.
One of the things I feel very strongly about is that the Christmas season does not start until the day after Thanksgiving.
(Note: nowhere did I say my opinions are all on important things.)
Over the past few years, it seems like Christmas season creep has become more aggressive, to the point where I’m pretty sure we hadn’t even made it to October this year when I first saw decorations in stores, the tv advertisements were alarmingly pervasive by Halloween, and the all-Christmas-all-the-time radio stations seem to have started up on November 1.
It’s just too much – and I’m a person who loves Christmas. I spend most of every November reminding myself that loading up my holiday playlists and baking Christmas cookies come after the turkey. I do this because I know that starting too early erodes the specialness, that part of what makes the season so great is that it’s kind of short. Six weeks of cheer leaves you wanting more, in that giddy, childlike “why can’t it be Christmas all year” kind of way… whereas two or three months of it leave you humming inane commercials in your sleep and wishing it was Memorial Day already.
And that would be all I have to say about the Christmas season starting too early, if it weren’t for one thing. One stupid little thing that’s determined to make me a hypocrite: the gingerbread latte from Starbucks. These, too, have worked their way up the calendar: Last year’s ode to my love of the GBL was from December. (When, it seems, they were also a buck cheaper.) But I love them so much that I’ve been checking my principles at the door of the Dupont Circle Starbucks every morning this week – and not feeling a speck of guilt about doing so.
Can we agree to call this an exception, an anomaly, an outlier? Or am I taking the first step towards accepting Halloween as the new kick-off to the holiday season?