I love Christmas. I love every little thing about it, from the brightly lit stores to the smiles on everyone’s faces, and the holiday cheer in the air. November has been adopted as the pre-Christmas month, with Starbucks’ Christmas drinks in everyone’s hands and Christmas trees on every shopping corner. This fills my little heart with glee, as my surroundings look like a magical wonderland of happiness and bright lights and FOOD.
However, many do not share my love of Christmas in November, and constantly like to remind me that there are only 12 days of Christmas and to calm down. Bitch, no. You get out of my Christmas wonderland. I am living out my favourite time of the year so don’t dampen my dreams with your Grinch-like moping about how it’s too Christmas-y for you. While some people just don’t celebrate the holiday, which I respect, the people that do but hate it need to hop into Charles Dicken’s “A Christmas Carol” and “ba-humbug” about the holidays with angry ol’ Ebenezer Scrooge. Christmas is full of really good times with friends and family, and people who don’t want those sooner are very odd to me indeed.
