Today is November 20.
In my world, we’re preparing for (in this order) my birthday and Thanksgiving. Just kidding — while my birthday is coming up, the focus is truly on Thanksgiving. Ask Mister Man. I had no idea this many Thanksgiving songs even existed.
However, some places are rushing things a little.
In August, I saw my first Christmas display. I went out to eat last week, and the mall was playing Christmas songs. Christmas lights are out everywhere. A neighbor even has a lit Christmas tree in his window already.
I’m not ready for it. Don’t get me wrong; I love Christmas. I just prefer to savor it at the appropriate time rather than elongating it until it isn’t special anymore.
At lunch today, our waitress wrote “Happy Holidays!” on our check. While WeaselMomma (jokingly, I believe?) suggested we amend her tip for that, we essentially just sighed and shook our heads.
Then she, Melisa, and I walked through the mall and saw all the Christmas lights, line to see (a bad) Santa, and more evidence that no one is remembering to savor the season in its own time.
This afternoon, Mister Man and I went to vision therapy. As we were walking away from the receptionist’s desk after checking in, she wished us “Happy Holidays!”
Mister Man turned around and gave her a scathing look.
You mean “Happy Thanksgiving,” don’t you?
She had the grace to look abashed and proceeded to wish us a Happy Thanksgiving.
Score one for the little guy.