I love the holiday season. It’s one of my favorite times of year, next to my birthday. Everything about this time of year makes me happy, really. The weather, the music, seeing other people’s houses decorated with lights and whatnot….it’s just fun. I will preface this by saying that the holiday season doesn’t truly start for me until the first of December. I can understand how other people can be sick of it by then, especially when stores put up Christmas displays in October and radio stations switch over to the all-Christmas format before Halloween. That happened here, and it was pretty damn hysterical. I think it was the first week of October when WalMart put up all their holiday stuff, including the pre-lit fake trees for sale, and a week before Halloween, one radio station was already playing 24 hours of Christmas music. I just ignore everything until December. My family doesn’t even put the tree up until after my sister’s birthday, because when she was little, my parents didn’t want her to think we thought Christmas was more important. So, even though she’s 27 now, we still wait until after December 3 to decorate. It’s just a family tradition I suppose.
I kind of feel bad for people who dislike the holidays. I know for some people, especially those that may not have friends or family to celebrate with, it can seem like an interminable slog until January, so my sympathy is with them. However, people that have no real reason to be depressed this time of year, and just generally hate on people being happy and cheerful….I don’t get it. Life is too short to be miserable about things that aren’t worth the effort.