Or at the very least, the first day of December. The first day of Christmas isn’t for ages yet. However, I am already full of the Christmas spirit and Starbucks eggnog lattes.
You know, the Muppet Christmas Carol came out when I was eight years old and sometime not long after that, I read the original Dickens’ short story. And – not to horribly spoil anyone by the ending – but it never fails to make me well up when Ebenezer Scrooge declares that he has learned the error of his ways, that he will learn how to give instead of take, that he will love people and make sure they know it, that he will laugh and enjoy himself and never worry about the hard hearts of others, and that while it was a Christmastime that taught him these lessons, they are not ones to keep just for the season. “I will honour Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year!”