Hear ye. Hear ye. Right here. Yeesh.
Being known that ye the people;
Having survived to Thanksgiving and eaten turkey.
Having visited relatives and enjoyed the day off.
Having possibly enjoyed triptafanin induced lazy greasy fingered post Thanksgiving dinner sex. (I won't ask. And please don't tell me.)
Having kicked back and sipped on a beer and watched the game.
I former specialist nobody special grant you full authorization and permissions to finally begin the Christmas festivities. Or your variation thereof. Pull out the lights, deck the holly, get that tree up! Let the race for last minute shopping commence!
Pop in the Brian Setzer Christmas cd and rock out, or just kick back and sing along with Miss Piggy "christmas is coming, goose is getting fat. Please to put a penny in the old man's hat." Sip on an eggnog. You deserve it. You held out while all those other schmucks gave in to the corporate sales hype of the world (yes, I'm pointedly looking at you walmart. hobby lobby. target) that started advertising back around halloween.
And if you started a week ago? You're wrong. We know where you live, and this year all those on the naughty list will be receiving not a lump of coal, but instead a visit from some rather oversized elves. You have been warned. That'll teach ya to start an extra month early.
Carry on and enjoy the holiday season. That is all.