Just when I started feeling the impending relief from ubiquitous political adds, I turned on the radio to discover Christmas music already being played.
People say that Christmas is not what it used to be. Well, since a virgin isn’t giving birth to the incarnate Almighty every year, I guess a certain evolution is to be expected. And there’s no arguement that commercialism has sucked the sweetness out of cozy memories of yor.
Maybe if, by the time December 25 came around, we wouldn’t be so over it all if we hadn’t been inundated with boy band versions of O Holy Night.
I do like having an excuse to use the word yor.