The correct moment to show enthusiasm for holidays has been a long debated topic. Every year, stores release their holiday decorations and themed products earlier and earlier. All of a sudden, it's September and snowmen figurines are staring you in the face from the aisles of your local supermarkets.

Some people started playing Christmas music at the sight of the first snowflake. Some of us have yet to see a single snowflake. Either way, I'm sure we've all heard that we should wait until after Thanksgiving to be excited about Christmas. Luckily, the moment we've all been waiting patiently, or maybe not so patiently for, is finally here.

Queue the lingering smell of pine trees, the Christmas socks and sweater, and the jingly music we will have on constant repeat. Tis' the season, folks. Personally, I've been wearing my Christmas socks secretly since just a few days after Halloween. Now, I can proudly rock my gingerbread socks in public, along with my snowman sweater that won't be worn ironically for once this next month.

We have an excuse to make an unfathomable amount of cookies and spend hours upon hours decorating every space we hold even a slight domain over. Untangling lights for hours becomes a productive task, and sleeping masks are required to fall asleep whilst all the bulbs glow 24/7, even through the night hours. We can pull out our stash of seasonal movies and no one will question us when we watch Elf 30 times.

Referring to someone as a "Cotton-headed-ninny-muggins " is a completely reasonable way to let them know they're acting ridiculously. Life is grand.

The time to spend hours shopping for our favorite people is upon us. Coincidentally, we'll probably pick out a few new things for ourselves, after all, it's only convenient to do so when we're already in the mall, right? Michel Buble is again remembered, and we'll all hear some Harry Connick Jr when we visit our moms.

For one month, and one month only, snow will be a beautiful sight for us. A white Christmas is a gorgeous sight, while a white Valentine's Day is just bitter and cold. Somehow, everyone formulates the idea that they can ice skate, and couples are extra grossly romantic. Hot chocolate is a delicacy. People show up to our doorsteps singing; an act that we only welcome in December. Random acts of kindness skyrocket. In January, we'll go back to shying away from strangers because apparently after January 1st, 'tis not the season anymore.

If you think about it, humans act inexplicably odd the entire month of December. I'm not arguing about it, I'm just as pro-Christmas as your average American. It's just interesting to think about how much we change our already strange habits into even stranger ones for a single day out of the year. If you ask me, the longer these whacky traditions take place throughout the year, the better. Lucky enough for me, it is globally socially acceptable to let my true colors of red and green show.

The strangest time of the year is upon us, and frankly, I could not be more excited.