Last week I was at the dentist and they were playing Christmas music while poking around my mouth. I stopped by Meijer on the way home and I had to fight my way through a virtual forest of fake Christmas trees to pick up my lunch. And what do you suppose was in my mailbox when I got home? If you guessed Christmas catalogs (four of them!) you would be correct. It was the first week of November, right?
Next will come the insistent calls for Christmas lists, followed by too many social obligations all the while trying to keep the kid from having one more holiday meltdown. Forget trying to stick to a diet, it would be un-American to say no to a glass of eggnog and another sugar cookie during Christmas. To top it off, I can’t even get home without getting stuck behind people gawking at the lights.