It seems like everybody is skipping Thanksgiving and moving straight on to Christmas.
Everywhere we go it’s Christmas this and Christmas that.
This weekend, at our local mall, they woke up Santa Claus. I’m pretty sure Santa wanted to sleep until the day before Thanksgiving.
I walked into Sears and they were playing Christmas music. I walked right out.
The center of town is all decorated for Christmas and when I drive by I do my best not to look. I’d rather see some turkeys and pilgrims around town.
I want to deck the halls too, but after Thanksgiving.
All Sherman and I want to think about right now is eating turkey and all the fixins. The thought of the house filled with the smell of pure goodness. All. Day. Long.
Deciding who’s going to say grace this year before we dig in. Which pie are we going to have for dessert? And the anticipation of a ginormous turkey sandwich loaded with mayo at night.
We’re going to let our mouth salivate for that day…..then we’ll move on to the hustle and bustle of that C word. How about you?