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The Grinch comes early

November 14, 2011 - Erin O'Neill
OK, as I write this there are 10 days until Thanksgiving and 41 days until Christmas. We are only 14 days removed from Halloween.

So why, oh why has the television assault already begun? Lifetime, Hallmark Channel, TBS, ABC Family - what's the deal?

Last night as I was flipping through the channels trying to find something suitable for my child that wouldn't also put me to sleep, we landed on TBS where, lo and behold, they were showing "How the Grinch Stole Christmas," the classic cartoon version. Of course we had to watch it because, according to Wal-mart, Kmart, and all the other marts, the Christmas season has begun and now my child is clamoring for all things holly and jolly.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe the fact that I'm getting older and the days seem to fly by has a lot to do with my perception of things. But, honestly, wasn't it just summertime? I mean, I can practically still remember what I was wearing when I took down the Christmas tree last year, it seems not that long ago.

On the other hand, I can also remember being a child, about the age that my own child is now, and thinking that the days were endless and Christmas was somehow never going to come.

Still, I think that the stores, the TV stations and all who seem to have control over the calendar, should do parents a favor and give us a break. Why do Veterans Day and Thanksgiving get the shaft? Why is Black Friday seemingly a bigger deal than most legitimate holidays? And how do you expect kids to deal with the letdown when all of this that has been building up for months is over as soon as the last bite of mashed potatoes is gone?

I know there is no answer and probably will be no change in the future. So into the fray of Christmas I go, prepared to suffer the battle scars from fighting over the last crazy hair Lalaloopsy, feet aching from pushing a rickety cart over unforgiving concrete floors, sick from the sight of Hershey Kisses in every imaginable flavor, deafened from the same ol' Christmas tunes. I will not be shaken, my inner Grinch will remain hidden and I will remember what makes it all worth it: Seeing my child's eyes light up with wonder from the magic of the season. Because all-too-soon it will be just a memory.

 
 

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