Mind you, I like Christmas. Unlike some of the nuts in this country, I do not think it is endangered.
But I do not understand why not one, but two, of my local radio stations have decided to start playing nothing but Christmas music before Thanksgiving and through the duration of 2011.
I mean, there are only so many times you can hear "Jingle Bells" or "Feliz Navidad" without wanting to bump yourself off, right? Or is it just me?
It must not just be me because another local station has started running in-house ads that say, "We think holiday music should be played when the holidays arrive. Not before."
I have to say, however, that each year the thing I truly relish the most about the holidays - second to the mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, biscuits and pumpkin pie - is the fact that, being an adult (biologically, if not intellectually), I get to decide who I spend the holidays with.
Didn't you hate that as a kid? There was always some relative who was cranky, or someone who toldyou that you had to wait to eat dessert until long past the time you were dying to go home.
Not in my house! We invite whoever we want, don't invite the people we dislike, and eat dessert whenever we damn well please.
That usually makes for happy holidays.