Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

This is September. September is still considered in the summer season, at least until the 21st. Summer means hot. It means school starts and football season starts and Labor Day and the last swims in the lake. It is not even a little bit cold in September. Sometimes there are hurricanes, which show up in the summer seasons. Daylight savings time is in effect, and it stays light until 8:30 PM and you have to go out and water the yard and fight off the mosquitoes and wave howdy to your neighbors who walk by in their shorts and t-shirts.

September (at least the first 75% of it) is not even fall yet. Trees do not turn colors in September. Grass still grows fast, cicadas still screech at night, lightning bugs fly at dusk, kids play in the back yard and sell lemonade on weekends.

I feel compelled to mention this because inside of Michael’s craft shop, it is full-on Christmas time. They have out the Christmas decorations, they’re playing Christmas music, they even have out the Christmas-scented pot pourri.

Christmas is over 25% of the year away. Christmas is two seasons away. Christmas is a blasphemy when it’s 100 degrees outside and school just started and we haven’t even had Halloween yet, for fuck’s sake.

I love Christmas because it is special. It comes once a year, when it’s nice and cool out and gets dark early and there are corny songs on the radio but it’s ok because you know all the words and you don’t mind singing along. When you start Christmas over three months before the actual holiday, it is no longer special. It is passe. It is boring, and it will be crusty and smelly and old by the time December 25th actually gets here.

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