With that in mind, I'll get my complaints out of the way once and only once.
Why is it so freaking warm? David Suzuki probably told us exactly why, but am I the only one that just feels like an unseasonally warm 10 degrees just ain't right for mid-November? I've had my mittens in my bag for about three weeks now and haven't been remotely moved towards reaching for them.
It's threatening my usually stellar spirit level for the long-term.
I believe there's a time and place to start thinking about Christmas. And that time and place is the third Sunday in November as the decades-old floats and costumes of Toronto's Santa Claus Parade go thundering through the streets of Toronto justifying what Second Cup and Zellers have been telling us for weeks now:
Christmas is here... you've been warned.
And I joyously accept that. I still attend the parade with my twentysomething band of misfit elves, I drink hot chocolate or second rate coffee from the nearest dispensory I can find to the street (failing that, I just depend on the kindness of strangers who'd rather give me coacoa than stare at their children until they relent the tears they can only mildly contain as is); and then afterwards I head to either the cinema or my own VCR/DVD and watch something mildly christmassy.
And I joyously accept that. I still attend the parade with my twentysomething band of misfit elves, I drink hot chocolate or second rate coffee from the nearest dispensory I can find to the street (failing that, I just depend on the kindness of strangers who'd rather give me coacoa than stare at their children until they relent the tears they can only mildly contain as is); and then afterwards I head to either the cinema or my own VCR/DVD and watch something mildly christmassy.
I start light, much like the last post about Christmas vinyl. You can't just rip right into Kenny & Dolly or Handel's Messiah in mid-November... you need a warm-up. A couple weeks of Vincent Guaraldi or Planes, Trains & Automobiles (the video equivalent?) to warm up... that way you can justify it to the haters.
"It's just jazz"
"It's techincally a thanksgiving movie"
But this year, I find the motivation failing. I watched the parade, with my jacket unzipped. I went to a screening of that new Disney "Christmas Carol" but it did zip for my spirits.
I find myself weighed down by a mediocre employment situation and the realities of clearing space in an already cluttered apartment for a DIY fake fir.
Am I just aging?
I'll find the spirit... but by my clock, it's already 24 hours late arriving.
Any suggestions from Merry Masses?
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