And so it begins

Every year.

Every stinkin’ year.

Every year, they start playing the Christmas music a few days earlier than they did they year before.

Every year, I lose about 3 radio stations that I just can’t listen to because they play Christmas music 24 stinkin’ hours a day.

Every year, Dave (who actually likes Christmas music) starts whistling the Christmas music that he hears on the radio.

Every year, I listen to people start humming Christmas music to themselves before the Thanksgiving Turkey is even carved.

Every year, I hear the kids singing whatever variations or parodies on Christmas music that they picked up from school.

Every year, about this time, my ears start to bleed.

Every year, I bide my time until December 26th, and try to convince people that I’m not a Christmas Hater.

Hello. My name is Thea. I don’t hate Christmas. I just hate Christmas music.