You guys are all behind.

Now that it's officially November, it seems to be socially acceptable to post about you and your roomies blasting the Justin Bieber Christmas Album in your dorm. Now that the Halloween escapades have come to a close and the costumes are hung up for next year, we all seem ready to move on to the "most wonderful time of the year!" But... I'm confused. I have been listening to Michael Bublé since, like, September (my roommate can and will confirm this). This is beyond the point, though.

Not only is it socially acceptable to play the music, wear the cozy winter outfits and start Christmas shopping; for some reason, it's now the norm to be... nice? How weird is it that there is this intangible thing called the "Christmas Season," that makes us suddenly more patient, more loving and more generous? Just let that sink in.

Now, I'm ALL about that Christmas feeling, but I think the real problem is why this feeling isn't a thing all year long. Why does it take seasonal Starbucks cups and ABC Family holiday movies to invoke a feeling of human connection and inexplicable love? Every November and December we rush around in a peppermint haze trying to find someone to bring home for the holidays and hope for that "Hallmark kind of love." We enter a frenzy of buying gifts and braving the cold to go to the REALLY nice outdoor mall to get the good stuff. Our speakers blast "It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas," and we stop at the donation bins to drop in a dollar or two. Does nobody else find it weird that we are warm and fuzzy for just two months a year?

I'm going to be that obnoxious person who says, "Why can't we make it Christmas all year?" But, really, why can't we? What rule says that we only need to bake our neighbors cookies in December? Let's change that, because who doesn't like eating cookies all year round anyway? The Christmas season is about one special day at its core, but it's really much more. Christmas is a feeling, not just a day. It is the feeling of humanity coming together in love and generosity for a short nine weeks or so. Isn't that something special? The hustle and bustle of the holidays has a habit of allowing us to forget about the true meaning of the season. People just want to be loved and accepted, and at Christmas time, they are. They travel from Maine to Mississippi to spend the 25th of December surrounded by the ones who make them feel loved, and to gorge themselves with homemade pumpkin pie and eggnog.

So, the next time you hear someone blasting the Justin Bieber Christmas Album in October, don't jump to complaints right away -- these people are onto something. Let's make Christmas the whole year long, and for those who are skeptical, just think: does year-round peppermint hot chocolate really sound so bad?