they're throwing up everywhere.As a product of the north, it has always been easy to detect the upcoming holiday season. Temperatures would drop and multiple sheets of ice would make their home on every major intersection. So when the Christmas decor went up in the local mall, it made sense.
Here, it sneaks up on you.
My only indicator of the quickly approaching season lies in the hands of my daily coffee supplier. When that decorative red cup was handed my way, I was caught completely off guard. Sad, yes. True, also yes.
But then I began to wonder: How would someone who is calendar-ly challenged know that the season is upon us? Had Christmas not suffered from yearly indigestion, would people even remember to celebrate?
That's where "that one neighbor" comes in.
You know the one. They do things like let the grass grow to annoying levels, then decide to cut it wearing nothing but a stylish pair of jorts. Some leave their garbage can street side for days. None of them recycle. But they all have one thing in common.
Christmas lights. All year round.
And maybe they are smarter than the rest of us. Maybe they are the one's getting the last laugh as they drive by in their heated cars while the rest of the neighborhood is in the frigid cold trying to decide between multi-colored or blinking, or both.
My guess is that they were originally implanted in neighborhoods to serve as a yearly reminder that the holidays will happen. A marketing scheme so perfect that no one has caught on to it yet.
Nice job, Christmas. Tomorrow, my reminder will be in the form of a grande regular, with room for milk.
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