It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Ev'rywhere you go. But the prettiest sight to see is the Turkey, not the tree, on your own tab-le.
Yes, folks, it's that time of year again where Thanksgiving is yet again ruthlessly forgotten and tossed to the back of your mind- like the cold, yucky stuffing that is tossed to the back of the refrigerator. Poor Thanksgiving, a prideful American holiday since the year 1863 thanks to good old Honest Abe, is easily overshadowed by countless, shameless Christmas solo albums. While I am all for the holiday spirit, it is in fact my favorite time of year, I can only take so much fa-la-la-la-la-ing.
Man, there is just something magical about Christmas music. The second I hear the sweet strings and dings accompanying the beautiful deep voice of Micheal Bublé's, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," I feel as if I am snuggling up by a fire as I sip on a miracle hot chocolate that isn't too hot or too cold with the perfect ratio of marshmallows. But that doesn't mean I want this an entire two months ahead of time! Number one, I refuse to let Christmas win this battle. I will fight for Thanksgiving until it gets the credit it deserves. What about the turkey, the poor bird that Ben Franklin wanted to be our national bird? Or the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (that is mostly Christmas themed but it's fine)? Or the Charlie Brown special? Or this terrible Thanksgiving song I know which was written by the "It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday" people?
When Christmas music gets played so far ahead of time, things go bad for me. The radio station that is the pre-set for my alarm changed into holiday music mode so I slept through my alarm and missed an English quiz! The magical and soothing tunes of "The Christmas Song" blended into my dream and didn't wake me like my normal morning dose of Fetty Wap.
Don't jump the gun, radio stations! November is too soon! Also by playing it this early, I get this sudden anxiety and panic about buying people their Christmas presents. I know I will be just as broke in a month, but I still feel like I have little time to crank out the most awe inspiring presents ever on such a small budget. All you better want for Christmas is some ramen, 'cause that's all you're going to get in this crunch time we call the most wonderful time of the year.
Honestly, I don't really care for Thanksgiving. I don't eat any of the food except for the mashed potatoes, and I am usually #pumped for Black Friday. However, it's the thought that counts, people! While Thanksgiving is like the warm up act for a Hannah Montana concert (you know they have to be important, they are opening for Hannah Montana. Yet, you're really just here for Hannah), it is still very important that we take the separate (yet not so equal) time to appreciate both holidays. Thankfully (pun definitely intended), Thanksgiving is just another holiday where I get to see my amazing family. I could care less what it is celebrating, as long as I get to spend time with my favorite medley of weirdos.
If I was a holiday other than the one on Dec. 25, I would be so jealous. Basically no one would pick you as their favorite holiday, and if they did, it would be a rarity. Thanksgiving especially gets the short end of the stick. It is merely the bad song you have on your iPod still from 2005 that is sentimentally there yet you always skip when it comes up on shuffle. Christmas is the annoying kid that is like, "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you!" Thanksgiving is the great-aunt in your family you know you should remember, but you never do; you are too preoccupied with the great-aunt who is barley lucid and so much more memorable. Thanksgiving is Poland and Christmas is Germany.
So do not be drinking that hater-ade if you are one of those people who gets into the holiday spirit the day after Halloween. I am not dissing your holiday feelz, because I, too, am in love with that feeling when you can scream "SANTAAAAA" because it is socially acceptable; everyone understands -- she is just quoting "Elf;" all is right in the world.
But this is the reason I do not like to rush into the Christmas spirit. It is so magical that is should be rationed into just the 25 short days of the year. Don't get me wrong, I go ham in those 25 days, but just that allotted time. If I play the most emotional and nostalgic songs for two whole months, by the time Christmas is here, I wouldn't appreciate it. Just 25 magical days allows me to be merry and cheerful, not annoyed with the continuous "Jingle Bells" or repetitive "12 days of Christmas." By the time Jan. 1 rolls around, I am so extremely satisfied with my holiday happiness that I am good to go until about June. That is when I go through a phase where I jam to some classic She & Him holiday style to quench my christmas cravings for another six months.
So, please, hold off, just a few more days. Enjoy your Thanksgiving, and then let the marvelous season officially begin.