At the risk of being accused of having an idle mind, let tell you that over the last few years, I have tracked the arrival date of the first Christmas catalogs. It was the end of July in 2010, and over the next two years, the trend seemed to reverse – no Santa’s in the mail until August. This year we’ve hit a new low. The first one, inviting me to “Celebrate life’s special moments,” was delivered July 5, with two more arriving the next day.
Here I am, just beginning to mourn the beginning of shorter days as a new threat looms on the horizon – if “the most wonderful time of the year” can almost breach the Independence Day bulwark, can “holiday music” be far behind? Are you ready for “Little Saint Nick” in the stores in September? Note to self – carry earbuds everywhere!
Every year it seems I come to a greater appreciation of the pre-repentant, “Humbug” Ebenezer.
And when the days grow short and the weather turns cold, I’ll be singing along with Joni Mitchell – “Wish I had a river I could skate away on.”