It's not often that I launch into a "back in my day" story with my girls (because, frankly, it's not much fun comparing their world to a trailer park world ALAS), but when I do, it's a good one. It was just this past week that we were walking the aisles of a big box store when the girls had VERY different responses to the things we encountered.
"OMG, WHY ARE THERE CHRISTMAS THINGS OUT? CAN'T WE HAVE HALLOWEEN FIRST?" proclaimed the grandma of the group. Hi, Alexis. You're an old soul and it is fantastic.
"SQUEEEEEEEE! PRETTIES!!!!!!!" was basically Mila's response. She's never met a sparkly and bright that she didn't want to own. As we walked the aisles, she started selecting things that she was quite certain we needed to buy. She wanted lights and tinsel and I do believe she tried to convince me that we need another tree.
Me. CONVINCE ME. As if there is any convincing needed.
As I passed on all of the ideas because I am very dedicated to finishing the giant spider that is currently living in our driveway before I pay attention to Christmas, I launched into a lecture.
Holidays. In my day.
I started by explaining that in my day, you celebrate holidays one at a time. I started to explain how even when I worked retail, we had rules about these things. Like, when I was a Department Manager at Stein Mart, we used to hold Christmas merchandise in the back until ...
October 1st.
That was the rule. Christmas stuff had to stay in the back until October 1st. From there on out, it was fair game.
Annnnnd ... that was 20 years ago. IT HAS BEEN 20 YEARS SINCE I WORKED AT STEIN MART OMG. One horrifying thought led to another and I realized what has changed.
Me.
I've changed.
I'm far more aware of the passage of time. Weeks fly by in a blink now. An entire elementary school year could fit into a current grown-up month. I want to cling to each minute as it passes by because there just aren't enough of them.
THAT is why the holiday creep bothers me. It's not because it's too early -- it's the same early as it has been forever. It's because the creep reminds me that time is passing too quickly. Go figure that the kid who couldn't possibly care less is perfectly content with the holiday creep while the grandma of the situation wants to cling to seconds.
Get off my lawn, whippersnappers. In my day, stores didn't have Christmas stuff until a month before Halloween.
And I liked it.
