Halloween is over. Or to put it another way, it’s now officially Christmas.
How do I know? Because as we were driving home on Halloween night, I almost drove into a ditch twisting my neck to look at the lone homeowner on Highway 70 who had already placed their lit Christmas tree in their front window for all the world to see.
Now that’s confidence. Props to you ma’am.
And as we know, it just takes one brave soul to lead the way.
Everyone in town must have seen the same tree that I did, because, within days, friends were posting photos of their Christmas trees on Facebook.
Now, most people were posting with a hint of “this may be wrong, but oh, it feels so right.” But regardless, trees are up, and I, for one, am team Christmas all the way.
With the kids away and plans to travel for Thanksgiving, I’ve put a few random pumpkins on the mantels, lit my pumpkin spice candle and enjoyed a cup or two of pumpkin-laced coffee. But as far as I’m concerned, that’s good enough. After the last two years, I don’t have the energy to hunt down my pilgrim placemats nor build a pillar of pumpkins on the front porch.
Instead, I’m ready for something a little more soothing. Cue the Mannheim Steamroller Christmas music now.
Thankfully, I work with many like-minded people who’ve already started wearing Christmas sweaters, strung lights on their desks and are officially playing Christmas music in our front lobby.
That is, if you are Team Christmas. If you are Team Thanksgiving, well, this may not be your year.
My husband claims to be team Thanksgiving, but that’s a lie. He just isn’t team get the Christmas stuff out of the attic for your wife.
He tries to argue (as if he were ever team Thanksgiving), “No, I’m not getting the trees down. It’s not even close to Thanksgiving yet. First, you do the turkey. Then, you do Christmas. That’s just how it works.”
Team Christmas on steroids replies, “A turkey isn’t soothing. You can’t light up a turkey, and there is no music for Thanksgiving. We just went through a world-wide pandemic, and the whole world just wants to sit under a blanket, watch Hallmark Christmas movies and forget the last two years ever happened. I’m getting that tree down whether you help me or not.”
He hollers to me as I start wading through the attic, “Have at it. I’m watching college football, which is another sign it’s not Christmas.”
Six hours later, I’m sipping hot chocolate, looking at my first Christmas tree of the season.
Team didn’t help me walks in, and I grab the remote to turn the music on. My Christmas lights turn on and off to “Feliz Navidad,” an after-Christmas find that was a must-have last year, now put to good use.
“You are not well”, he says.
I respond, “Yeah, I know.”
It’s probably going to be the battle of the teams right up until we return from turkey day, but then, team excuses is going to have no choice but to start stringing up those outside lights. And team Christmas can’t wait.
Telling Tales is written by Wilson County’s Angel Kane and Becky Andrews.