I have a confession.  While I am the one in my marriage who insists on paying homage to Thanksgiving before decking the halls, I love that stores bring out the Christmas stuff on Nov 1.  It’s a double standard.  I know.

My husband is a kid at heart.  He pushes me every year to decorate a Christmas tree earlier and earlier.  When we had been married for 5 years, he said, “Wouldn’t it be great if we had the tree up by Columbus Day?  That would really freak out the Trick-or-Treaters!”  So, as chief homemaker of this household, I firmly respond that we must give our proper thanks on the fourth Thursday of November before we wear jingle bells as accessories.  Yes, in being his balancing force, I am the household Grinch.

However…

I love what commercialism has done to our stores.  I can’t imagine that it is economically advantageous to have Christmas displays for sale nearly two months before the holiday, but, my goodness, it’s pretty!  My home décor is still autumnal and we are anxiously awaiting Thanksgiving (and Autumnal Pi Day and Veteran’s Day), but I love that all of the stores are so holly jolly!  Loud speakers are chiming, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.”  The orange and gold hues with a background of chestnut have already been replaced with metallic reds on pristine whites.

Who’s buying this stuff??  Certainly, someone is.  The almighty dollar has spoken.  The stores wouldn’t keep on doing this if there weren’t bunch of suckers buying all of this.  They’re not selling it to me.   I buy it at 95% off after the previous year’s season.

Let me just go on record saying that I love that there must be people with more money than sense.  I love that commercialism has made us spend a sixth of the year getting ready for the one day.  I love that I can get my Starbucks coffee in the snowflake cup with “holiday flavors” while going to Target to use my giant stack of coupons.  I love that walking past the four aisles of 75% off Halloween clearance (what’s with that, Target?  Gimme 95% off!) reveals the enchanting Christmas hardware.

Because SOMEONE must be spending a lot of money on things that are not really important, our culture spends two months on encouraging a spirit of peace, joy and kindness.  We spend two months celebrating the incarnation of the One who gave the ultimate gift and identifying a role model who personified kindness.  I’m not going to buy into this commercialism, but I LOVE the results of it.  While in my home, I will bah-humbug Christmas until my turkey leftovers are securely in the fridge, but I will squeal with delight for the public merriment!