That Thanksgiving came and went faster than the last slice of mom's sweet pumpkin pie, okay so she didn't actually make pumpkin pie but if she had... it'd go pretty darn fast.
And while I love Thanksgiving and the gathering that's involved and that Tom Turkey and the watching Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in our pj's and all the while wishing we were in NYC, and... I do, I do, I really, really do love all of it; well, something happens Thanksgiving morn that's so traditional in it's consistency and not very Thanksgiving-ish at all.
It starts with a tingle and I swear the weather outside feels all kinds of "it could snow any minute now" and the house gets all comfy cozy, yes, that would be our little beach house in Hawaii, play along won't ya? And so, I grandly choose a Christmas station on Pandora, in lieu of my father's picking a record from his Columbia Records club collection, oh the days of sweet music released by the scratching of a needle pressed against spinning vinyl, and let the wafting smells of baking goodness and roasting turkey fill the house and then, all of a sudden right on cue, Christmas is here.
It's like, as if, in the very last second of the season long race Thanksgiving, who always successfully holds back that Christmas with a nudge and a "don't you dare pass me" glance in our house, is beat out by one little pinky toe of a carol, and Christmas again arrives two seconds before Thanksgiving, sort of.
Here's a little something to get your Christmas spirit hard rocking...