Yes. I’m aware that it’s only Nov. 17.
Yes. I’m aware that Thanksgiving isn’t for another week.
Here’s the thing. This year has been so miserable that I think we should all be looking for the things that make us happy. Because there hasn’t been a whole lot of happy for a while.
So if that means I completely blow up my traditional starting times for Christmas beers, I don’t care.
So if I call up the soundtrack to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” on Spotify in mid-November because I’m driving through a snow squall? Insert shrug emoji here.
And if I decide to put up the Christmas lights on the house eight days before Thanksgiving while listening to Tony Bennett sing Christmas songs in my earbuds? It makes me happy.
And we could all use more of that. Regardless of what the calendar says.
Is it wrong that I changed the template of Uncle Crappy (the blog) just so I could more easily see WordPress December snowflakes?
Christmas lights sit in the attic for 11 months of the year, completely undisturbed. So how is it that half of the strands I need to light our house managed to not be working when I pulled them out today?
If you and I have:
Had a beer
Watched a game
Attended a tailgate party
Cooked for each other
Gone to a yoga class
Gone out for dinner
Raved about music
Played Cards Against Humanity
Met for lunch
Spent the weekend at each other’s homes
Seen a concert
Caught up at a reunion
Talked on Twitter, by text or even on Facebook or Snapchat
Taken a walk in the rain or snow
Discussed beer, mead or cider
Laughed so hard we cried
Sipped a glass of whiskey (or whisky)
Hung around a backyard campfire
Traded blog comments
Cheered each other’s successes and lamented our failures
Been there for each other, even in seemingly insignificant ways
…in the last year, I
so am thankful to have you in my life.
Happy Thanksgiving, yinz guys.
“We’ve gotta beat those sonsabitches.”
Sorry, but I’m not sorry.