This year, the holiday season came way too early. I do not want to hear Christmas music on November 1. I do not want to walk through Little Italy and be wished a Merry Christmas in lights above the street (in Italian, no less) on October 29. I do not want to see Santa in the TimeWarner center on October 20.
I'm not a curmudgeon, though; I promise. On December 1, I like it all.
The music is contagious -- for better or worse -- and there is nothing more amazing than the smell of trees being sold on the corner. (Okay -- maybe one thing: the look of the street-corner tree-stores after a light snow.)
But the best thing about the holiday season is that no matter when it starts, it always has a set end-date: January 2.
And we all know that the best thing about a tunnel -- even a cheer-filled and song-infested one -- is the light at the other end.
Welcome back, normal life. I missed you. (Though I will miss that tree smell...)
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