‘Tis the Season? Christmas in August?
Would someone please explain to me what the fuck is going on?
Am I stuck inside a giant time machine?
Today, it was 106 degrees outside. One-ohhh-six. I haven’t lost a single dollar on the NFL regular season, yet. A few days ago, we went to a summer barbecue.
Of course, all this can mean only one thing.
That’s right — it’s Christmas season.
What you’re looking at is the scene at a local Costco Wholesale, here in Summerlin. Your eyes aren’t deceiving you. You’re looking at Christmas decorations on full display. Snowmen. Reindeers. Mickey Mouse stuck inside a chimney. I didn’t see the baby Jesus nativity scenes on display quite yet, but I assume they’re on their way from China.
This photo was snapped last week, on August 26th. Which brings up a few serious questions: Namely, what’s the point of buying holiday decorations in August, storing them away and cluttering up closet space for more than three months, and then finally pulling them in early December? Why not just wait until — I don’t know — maybe sometime in late November to start picking out the giant inflatable Santa Claus?
Hey, I’ve got no problem buying Christmas goodies after the holidays (usually at a deep discount) and then saving the stuff up for use next year. But paying full price now and then storing all that shit away for months at a time? I mean, what the fuck?
Even more troubling is the Christmas candy. If they’re putting chocolates on the shelves now, how stale is that shit going to be months from now after sitting inside a giant warehouse during the entire autumn?
Years ago, the end of Thanksgiving marked the beginning of the Christmas season, perhaps best symbolized by Santa appearing at the tail end of the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. Things eventually moved up to after Halloween. Now, it’s in the summer. Can the 4th of July be too far away in our future?
Can’t we at least get the Labor Day weekend behind us before stringing up Christmas lights?
However, I will say this. That cute reindeer decked out in lights was way too tempting to pass up. I sure as hell want to scarf up the best holiday stuff while I can, long before the neighbors have a chance to buy it, and then try and outdo the Dalla home in Christmas decorating. I say, fuck ‘em.
Now, there’s only one problem. Where in the hell and I going to store away two giant reindeers for the next three-and-a-half months?