Around the end of August, when it is 100+ degrees outside, I start planning my Halloween décor. I’ve tired of the heat by this time in summer. The kids are back in school and the waterparks will all be closed in a couple of weeks. As I am somebody that can’t just be in the moment, I start to daydream of fires in the fireplace, knee high boots, and that one time during a Southern California winter where I can wear one of my large collection of beanies. And by Labor Day, my Hello Kitty Witch and Jack Skellington inflatables will be waving around on our front lawn, my freak flag out for all to see.
Last year this time I was all set to listen to Christmas music. I had my Waitresses Pandora station queued up so I can listen to favorites such as “Do They Know it’s Christmas” by Band Aid, “Last Christmas” by Wham!, and “Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy” by David Bowie and Bing Crosby. But the week before that the apocalypse had been ushered in by the 2016 election. I was still devastated. Getting up was a chore. Rather than taking it day by day, I was focusing on minute by minute. Music, which usually lifted me up, only reminded me of a time when I looked forward to the future. For Christmas of 2016, I didn’t listen to holiday tunes. I directed my attention on my kids and what could I do to show them to still believe in Santa Claus and what was good in the world.
With Thanksgiving a week away, I have hope again. Indictments are being made. Mueller is playing a game of chess with the White House while Dumb Ass in Chief is being a school yard bully with the leader of North Korea. Instead of the news being on all the time, Bob Marley, Maroon 5, and even videogame music is being danced to.
So if you are that person that rolls their eyes at Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving, it’s all good. But I’m going all in this year and blaring my “Baby It’s Cold Outside” for all to hear. Because it makes me happy DAMNIT. And don’t we all deserve a little bit after this (all the bad words in all the languages) of a year?