It starts small … seeing Thanksgiving cards next to the Halloween ones in the drugstore.
Or maybe it’s a report from your spouse that there’s egg nog in the grocery store.
But it has arrived.
Maybe it actually arrived in March, when the first person I supervise asked for Christmas Eve off, meaning I had to talk to my bosses about what we were going to do on Christmas Eve. (We still haven’t gotten it sorted out yet.)
But it’s going to get worse before it gets better, and I don’t even care about Pumpkin Spice Everything starting in the middle of August.
It’s Oct. 1. While I’m watching the start of the baseball postseason, some radio station program manager is getting ready to throw the switch on the all-Christmas, all-the-time format … if it hasn’t happened already.
For example, I can think of a mall in Nashville that might already be pumping out the Christmas tunes.
And I will scream and holler about why people are in such a hurry to talk about Thanksgiving before Halloween, and Christmas before either.
And nothing will change.