I’ve been accused of being a grinch. It’s all because I don’t care for Christmas music before the first of December. I am guilty. In fact, I don’t want to hear it until the week before the arrival of Ol’ Saint Nick.

Correct me if I’m wrong but in early October did I not see big box stores’ shelves stacked 10 feet tall with Xmas decorations? Why, yes, I did. I even took a picture of it cause I figured no one would believe me. I was amazed to see one aisle filled with fake fall leaves and candy corn while the other was loaded with ribbons, wrapping paper, and icicle lights. And now that I think about it, the faint sound of “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” was playing in the background.

Can you imagine the effect on the brain after being subjected to “Jingle Bells” for some 90 days? Music torture has been used in psychological operations forever. It’s been used in interrogation methods, which leave no trace of evidence behind. Music was also used in Biblical times. Joshua won the battle of Jericho using trumpets. If I had to listen to that genre (or any genre to be honest) repeatedly I’d be in a rubber room by now.

By the time December 25, rolls around “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” is the last thing I want to tap my hunting boot to. What happened to costumes and candy, then pumpkin pie and turkey, and finally ornaments and nativity sets - in that order?

These things have certainly contributed to the severing of my patience and tainted the holiday experience. But not all is lost. I know that the commercial aspect of the holidays is just that, commercial. The real reason we celebrate Christmas is of a Biblical nature. According to the Bible, God sent Jesus to bring salvation and joy to the world but there’s not a lot of information regarding His birthday. There’s plenty of theories, speculation and studies surrounding the date, but for me, December 25, seems to work since it’s in the middle of winter when there’s not a lot going on. It’s also produced a lot of great wintry songs like “Silver Bells” and “Baby Its Cold Outside.”

I might be labeled a grinch, humbug, or scrooge, but I promise I won’t take it out on anybody. As a matter of fact, it might be a little too early to say this (I can’t believe I said that) but I wish you and yours a wonderful, joy filled Christmas, no matter how you celebrate it - or when.

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