We’re in that strange season before Thanksgiving and after Halloween (or is it Labor Day?) when merchants lose all sense of decorum and start force-feeding us Christmas, subverting even the most well-brought-up children into becoming greedy little whiners. I call it Friggin’ Christmas, and flat out refuse to participate. Until the turkey is carved and eaten, and I’ve had some pumpkin pie for breakfast the following morning, I refuse, even to listen to a Christmas carol. Until then, it’s Bah, Humbug! on Friggin’ Christmas. (However, some hot egg nog, preferably with a stiff shot of scotch, is welcome any time from Halloween to Epiphany.)
Cross-posted as a comment at ninme’s "Bah, Humbug, and Good Night."
Cross-posted as a comment at ninme’s "Bah, Humbug, and Good Night."
Tip for the snarky link from Mark Hemingway at The Corner.
The Random Texan 
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