WATCH OUT! Here it comes!

I have always loved the holiday season.  Decorating, shopping, baking, and entertaining, but this year things seem to be out of whack. The advertisements filled with jingle bells, fake snow, and happy smiling idiots seem to have arrived around October 15.  Come Friday we will be subjected  to overweight women wearing the most God awful sweaters and sweatshirts, for an entire month.

Who thinks these horrors up?  A better  question is, who buys them?  I think it's the metrosexual men who have never gotten over that cute mother/son thing who buy them for their mothers, thinking that the ladies at church will ask them where they got that adorable sweater covered with angels and they can say "My son gave it to me".  That's the only explaination. 

Dogs are notoriously full of the holiday spirit.  Can you imagine getting beat out for the ugliest holiday sweater by a pug? 

Even everyman's Mr. Darcy looks ridiculous in his holiday attire, and for my money it's hard to make Colin Firth look bad in anything.

We can only hope that this shot was taken while he was in character, perhaps for a contemporary Pride and Prejudice, with a holiday party thrown in to make

it perfectly OK to make those smarmy Bennet sisters make fools of themselves and their mother get over served with egg nog.

I recently saw a commercial for X-Box on TV.  It featured a young brother and sister grinning and gloating over their prowess with the controls while their beaming parents stood in back cheering them on.  Isn't it the perfect family activity for the holidays? Watching your children play video games? 

So Santa's workshop is humming here with multiple projects and labor intensive handicrafts emerging daily.  I've been encouraged by a certain soon to be ex-husband to set up a sweat shop in the basement and ruin my eyesight running a sewing machine 19 - 20 hours a day.  Wouldn't that be a fun way to celebrate? 

My neighborhood has already begun to look like Las Vegas, with twinkling Santas, reindeer, candy canes, and snowmen.  So what that it's 55 degrees out, sunny and bright, and noone has even thought of defrosting their pre-basted turkey so they can fry it in the back yard.  Isn't it in the constitution- "freedom of expression"? So let them decorate their dogs, their yards, and their children.  I'll just keep on sewing.