bah, humbug!

Last week Saturday I had a quiet evening to myself, both my men tucked in for the night by 8:00: my little guy on account of a 7:30 bedtime, my love on account of flu symptoms.

Other than empathizing with my husband's nasty bug--which I probably passed to him earlier in the week--, the night was glorious! Before I opened a book and nestled between the couch and a blanket in my slippers, I shuffled through our CD's and settled on Tchaikovsky's "Nutcracker Suite" and one of our favorite 2-disc Christmas compilations. Ah, "Joy to the World"! The "O Holy Night" bliss!


What I want to know is who says it's too early for Christmas music? I'm under the impression that breaking out Christmas tunes before Thanksgiving is some sort of faux pas, an offense equal to displaying holiday lights and decorations well into April. Really? I think there's a significant difference between celebrating Christ's birth a little early and extending not-so-holiday-anymore cheer out of neglect. Unless, of course, the mistaken indolence is truly a man's desire to celebrate Christmas year round. To that man: "Amen" for thinking the matter through. To all the social critics: "Bah, humbug!" for calling out my blunder.