Here's how it goes with a friend of mine, in her words:
"Summer...yes. On summer high through September. October...no. Anger. Depression.
November means...Christmas, and life is heaven on Earth."
Quite literally, I wish to add.
That aside, let me just say that I am one of the verbal anti-November-Christmas proponents.
Here's how it goes with me, in my words:
"No, I do not want to buy my dog a Santa sweater; not now and certainly not when it's actually Christmas."
"What in the world is all this garbage doing up in November?!"
"Man, they sure started early on Christmas lights."
"I hate 'Jingle Bells'."
Until, like, December 8th or something.
So I don't understand my friend's revolutionary change of heart that takes place in the magical time between October 31st and November 1st.
But, in the spirit of the November Christmas season, here's what I said I'm looking forward to about my December Christmas.
- Old movie marathons. Last year it was Doris Day.
- All the smells. Does cold air really smell like something? To me it does.
- And, of course, the Nativity. Nothing better.
Merry November Christmas. Stay happy.