It's too soon.
I don't care that Thanksgiving is over.
I don't care that the nights are long and the lawn is frozen come morning.
I don't care if your houses are bare of decor. I don't care if they feel dark and sullen after the autumnal glow and ombre harvest shades.
I don't care if Santa Claus arrived at the end of the parade.
It is still November. You still have turkey remnants lingering in your fridge. You have an extra week before Advent. You do not need to decorate for Chri-
Oh, who am I kidding? Never mind. As you were.
There is no Thanksgiving/Christmas limbo.
America's answer to Boxing Day is to make it bigger, brasher, and more menacing. But by the end of Black Friday the pumpkins, leaves, and corn were gone from every house.
Wreathes appeared on doors, making houses look like perfect little lilliput models. Strung up lights came on as if from nowhere. Reindeers, santas and nativity scenes popped up in front yards.
And they are multiplying.
One guy in the neighborhood has multiple sheds full of giant Christmas lights and lawn decorations. Over the past week more and more has appeared in his garden display.
But it as yet unlit, unlike the rest of the locale. When this boondock display lights up it'll feel like we have our own hyperlocal Blackpool Illuminations, to use a quirky British reference.
The 24 hour Walmart is playing Christmas songs (presumably 24 hours a day?).
Finding strings of white lights in store is getting harder and harder by the day.
Pumpkin shaped candy is out and bags of confectionery adorned with trees and Santas are in.
America, I am swimming here in festivity.
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