Maybe there is no good defense of getting into the Christmas spirit as early as I do-though I can’t help but feel a sense of kinship with those other handful of houses already decked out in lights before Thanksgiving.
Every position above has its merits, and none of them stops me from rockin’ around my Christmas tree starting November 1.
All of the arguments that chestnuts should not be roasting on an open fire in the month of November make sense to me: the nagging fact that retailers haul out the proverbial holly before Halloween has fully passed for purely commercial reasons, further cheapening an already materialistic mode of celebration the dilution of a particularly special time of year by stretching it to the point of exhaustion the infringement upon both Thanksgiving and the traditional Christian season of Advent, which each tend to be swallowed up by premature Christmas cheer the obnoxious recruitment of Christmas into the culture wars-think malicious wishes for a “merry Christmas”-that can make the entire season feel alienating and isolating.
