We have barely had time to say Hello to November, and yet one local radio station has been playing Christmas songs since the first of the month.
There is more to this delightful news. The station will continue with its endless loop of holiday songs until the end of December, give or take a few days. At least, we can change stations or shut off the radio. But let us spare a bit of pity for the poor DJs, who have to play and listen to the holiday music until it sucks up every last drop of Christmas spirit from their bodies.
For the lady of the manor, the first response to the ill-timed and early holiday music may be unladylike words. Although given the mindset nowadays, she realizes being a lady, or a gentleman is quite passé. After all, manners, in general, have gone the way of the Dodo. For better or for worse, we now live in the age of PC, puerile crybabies.
Ove the years many of us lamented the early appearance in stores of holiday-related decorations and the unsubtle nudges to buy gifts early. Mind you, by holiday we include Halloween décor which also shows up in July or August along with Christmasy paraphernalia.
Have you noticed that this year Black Friday appears on the horizon as pre-Black Friday sales? The funny thing is the proclivity to order products and gifts online more or less negates the purpose of Black Friday. As a result, folks do something unheard of, they stay home and enjoy time with their families rather than go elbow to elbow with pajama-clad Wally World denizens.
It would be refreshing, if not a shock to our impatient little selves, to be patient and wait until the pertinent holiday is a month or so away. There would still be time to go on a shopping binge, for gifts or decorations to spiff up our homes.
How can one feel the Christmas Spirit if it is still 100 degrees and scorching sunshine outside the air-conditioned walls of the stores? Under such conditions, no amount of marketing can make one drum up even an ounce of the holiday feeling.
The only thing stimulated to think Christmas in the summer is the stupid side or our brain by merchants anxious to part us from our money sooner rather than later. Can you visualize the greedy gleam in their eyes as the lilting jingle of our money fills their cash registers?
To demonstrate the silliness of rushing the season, consider the song “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” This writer’s spontaneous response was “Not bloody likely!”
In our part of Texas, the formerly green pastures now sport countless mud puddles and mini lakes. Other parts of the country battle out of control fires that devour everything in their paths. Do you suppose the folks fleeing from the flames did some early Christmas shopping? We sincerely hope not.
If the preceding sound like perfect examples of your idea of Christmas, perhaps your experiences are different from most folks. Based on generally accepted concepts of the holiday, neither visuals of flooding or fire comes even close to the idealized images we have in our minds and hearts of Christmas.
Hubby and his lady love Christmas. Perhaps lady luck wanted to bless them because their daughter was born ten days before Christmas. It may have been a blessing for the parents, but children born on or near that holiday lament the unfairness of sharing their special day.
There was one time this writer broke the rule of no Christmas songs in summer. During the spring and summer months, our baby girl suffered from extended bouts of colic. The only way to ease her discomfort was to walk all night carrying the baby in our arms. Her exhausted mother found singing “Good King Wenceslaus” added the perfect bounce to her pacing.
We wonder if the radio station knows the saying, “For everything, there is a season. They should, especially the program director, because it was the topic of Pete Seeger’s 1952 hit song “Turn! Turn! Turn!”