I used to be one of those people who rolled their eyes at the early Christmas displays in stores, the pre-Thanksgiving holiday music, and, yes, the early Christmas lights and decorations on people’s houses. My argument was sound: the longer you celebrate, the less special it becomes. It’s an argument I used to use in reverse to claim that winter makes summer more special. It’s something you only get for a short window. Like only getting a spoonful of a really delicious dessert: you savor it.
And now? This year, I was counting down the days until Halloween was over so the Hallmark Channel would start airing its Countdown to Christmas. CHRISTMAS MOVIES, PEOPLE! Cheesy love stories that make your heart feel warm and cozy. Similar to most Lifetime movies, they follow a set format, occasionally contain subpar acting, follow disappointingly predictable plotlines, but I DON’T CARE. And I have Christmas lights up, too. And I’m getting awfully close to playing holiday music.
See, I’ve come to the following conclusion: Christmas is a wonderful, magical, joyful time of year. That fact doesn’t change if I stretch my celebration out a few weeks. What does change is that I get to experience that wonder, magic, & joy for a few extra weeks. This year, I’m not doing moderation. I’m all in, and I’m all in now. And I don’t care if you think it’s too early. Because I have my wonder, magic, and joy. HA. Ho ho ho.