When Alex was about 20 months old, my dad taught him that phrase, and took great delight in coaxing my precocious boy into repeating it for anyone with ears. Of course, eight years ago it sounded more like, “Issa haw-day sisson”, but it was still enormously entertaining and so precious it made your eyes tear up.
Or maybe just mine.
Anyway, when we were at the zoo on Halloween, while we were eating lunch, my dad asked Alex what November 1 would usher in. All four kids (who were all taught to proclaim the celebratory phrase) piped up with variations of “the holiday season!!!” My dad just beamed. It’s sort of an inside joke to the rest of us, now that they’re all past the cutesy phase of baby chatter, except to my dad. For him, hearing any of his grandchildren utter that four-word phrase is akin to hearing them deliver a Nobel Prize acceptance speech.
(The pride that man has for his grandkids is so endearing! He’s like a mama bear, only, well… a grandpa.)
So, in keeping with the “Holiday Season” (which, I should add, means THANKSGIVING too!), what did I wake up to this morning? CHRISTMAS MUSIC. On November 3. Not scattered merrily between a regular pop-music lineup, but BAM! Christmas music, 24/7. FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.
I could cry. I really could.
To add insult to injury, Hannah asked me if she could watch Elf today, because it was almost Christmas. (This is the child whose birthday is the day before Thanksgiving, and I honestly think she’d give up turning 5- a milestone birthday!- if it meant she could skip straight to December 24.) We love Elf— it’s one of our favorites. Watching it today, however, feels like watching it in July. And now Hannah and Anthony want to put up the Christmas tree. Today. Right now.
Over my dead body.
So we’ve got Christmas music, Christmas movies, fall leaves and 60-degree temperatures. Looks like it’s just me and my i-pod from now until November 27. And my pilgrims. And my pumpkins. I’m going to decorate the heck out of Thanksgiving, just to make a point.
I just hope I don’t start singing along to “The Christmas Song” while I’m hanging up the turkey.