Dear Christmas,
All my life I have been a fan of you. I loved counting down to your arrival with numbered pieces of chocolate, leaving cookies for Santa, and finally running downstairs to my stocking. Trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve was torture and it seemed as though you couldn’t some soon enough. I long for those days of waiting but it’s been diminished by the nature of change. It’s the beginning of December and I am already preparing myself for the craze of your takeover. Why do you come so early now? What happened to that exciting, whimsical wait? I understand that it’s hard to contain your jolly, but don’t you think it’s a little bit much? The Christmas cheer is thrown in the air before the spookiness of Halloween is even experienced. You’re the hype of the holidays before we even feast for Thanksgiving. Malls and stores are filled with your decorations, yet snow isn’t even on the ground. It’s not that you aren’t wonderful. I don’t want to bring you down. I just think that you should maybe, possibly, slow down?
Maybe it isn’t Christmas that comes too fast, and instead, we just forgot how to wait. We have no patience anymore. Think about it, once one season comes we get all bored. Summer is too hot and we want fall, fall is nice but we want more, winter is cold, and spring is just a tease for summer. The cycle repeats until this moment – seeing the 25 days of Christmas schedule released. Seeing tweets, posts, far ahead of their time.
Dwight from The Office is a perfect representation of the eagerness of holidays.
Let’s not be like Dwight. Let’s let the leaves fall before dreaming of snow beneath our feet. Let’s enjoy not wearing our winter coats just yet, before we reach negative Fahrenheit’s level of below freezing. Let’s enjoy the colors of autumn because they will be stripped soon enough by snow, sleet, and slush. Who cares about shopping early, let the presents become dusty on the shelves. Leave them up to the elves.
Dear Christmas, I am sorry for confronting you. I guess there is nothing you can do. I am glad that you are coming, but I guess what I’m saying is that I CAN wait for you.
Sincerely,
Not Buddy the Elf