The local Santa Claus parade marks the beginning of the Christmas season. Up until today, I’ve been avoiding the radio stations that play Christmas music all day every day from November 1 until January 1. I’ve pretended not to see the decorations popping up in store windows and the extra 15 pounds of flyers in the newspapers. I’ve barely put any thought into what I’d like for prezzies and, besides the girls, I haven’t asked anyone what they want.
Up until today, it was fall. As of 10:30 a.m. this morning, it is officially Christmas season.
My town is small. We have one strip of a downtown, made up of independently owned shops housed in century-old buildings. We’ve got a few big box stores on the outskirts of town, but they’re shiny and new and aren’t a part of the heart of this place. Our population may be expanding, but the small town feel isn’t changing. Anyone who questions this just has to see our Christmas parade. There’s no city in our parade. It’s pure country.
So now that’s over and it can be Christmas. We can start listening to the radio stations that play carols and watch classic holiday movies and decorate the house, inside and out. We can collect Christmas wish lists and eat shortbread cookies and stock up on non-perishables to donate. ‘Tis the season and I’m ready for it.