A sprightly morning run was defiled today by the intrusion of a CHRISTMAS SONG on my mp3 player as I scrolled through local radio stations. Upon further investigation I detected that said radio station has already converted to an all-Christmas music format. Before Thanksgiving. Few things bother me more than hearing Christmas music on the radio before I have even heard one play of Adam Sandler’s “The Thanksgiving Song,” and I have yet to hear him croon that he loves to eat his turkey in a big brown shoe this year.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas. I am by no means a Grinch. I love most everything about the Christmas season. I decorate my house top to bottom, inside and out. I play Christmas music all season long. I love to run Christmas races and am not above donning a holiday inspired costume or accessory for the event. I wear red. And sometimes green. (I do not, however, wear holiday sweaters.) I am part of a neighborhood holiday cookie exchange, for Pete’s sake.
But, in the words of Pete Seeger and the Byrds (ok, Ecclesiastes said it first), “To everything there is a season.” And it’s NOT Christmas season yet.