From our local paper: the front page of today's Lifestyles section is a feature about how not to let your Christmas tree look like it was decorated by your kids.
(For the record, my kids weren't amused.)
And if that isn't depressing enough...Mr. Fixit drove Grandpa Squirrel to the mall today for something. Middle of the day on a Friday (and the Santa Claus parade isn't even until tomorrow). They could hardly get parked, the food court was jammed, and everything was lineups.
Note to self: don't go to the mall even for socks or hamster shavings until after Epiphany.
Further note to self: let's spend an extra amount of time this year making Advent special...and then not thinking of Christmas as just one day either. (Quick--open the presents, eat too much and then we're done. Yuck.) We find a certain enjoyment in just getting started with Christmas when the rest of the world seems to be almost glad to have it all over with and be getting back to "normal" (or should that be "getting ready for Valentine's Day?"). I think we'd actually enjoy being Ukrainian; but, lacking that, we try to "save a little Christmas for Christmas." (Remember that song? You can see it in this You-Tube clip from The Story of the First Christmas Snow; the clip is nine minutes long and the song isn't until about seven minutes into it--but you can scoot the little fast-forward thingy along the bottom of the screen if you don't want to watch the rest.)