Advocate radio: Can Christmas come too soon?

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  • patti

    Here’s the perfect theme song for the early Christmas blues:

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    SUDDENLY IT’S CHRISTMAS
    Loudon Wainwright III

    Suddenly it’s Christmas,
    Right after Hallowe’en.
    Forget about Thanksgiving;
    It’s just a buffet in between.
    There’s lights and tinsel in the windows;
    They’re stocking up the shelves;
    Santa’s slaving at the North Pole
    In his sweatshop full of elves.

    There’s got to be a build-up
    To the day that Christ was born:
    The halls are decked with pumpkins
    And the ears of Indian corn.
    Dragging through the falling leaves
    In a one-horse open sleigh,
    Suddenly it’s Christmas,
    Seven weeks before the day.

    Suddenly it’s Christmas,
    The longest holiday.
    When they say “Season’s Greetings”
    They mean just what they say:
    It’s a season, it’s a marathon,
    Retail eternity.
    It’s not over till it’s over
    And you throw away the tree.

    Outside it’s positively balmy,
    In the air nary a nip;
    Suddenly it’s Christmas,
    Unbuttoned and unzipped.
    Yes, they’re working overtime,
    Santa’s little runts;
    Christmas comes but once a year
    And goes on for two months.

    Christmas carols in December
    And November, too;
    It’s no wonder we’re depressed
    When the whole thing is through.
    Finally it’s January;
    Let’s sing “Auld Lang Syne”;
    But here comes another heartache,
    Shaped like a Valentine.

    Suddenly it’s Christmas,
    The longest holiday.
    The season is upon us;
    A pox, it won’t go away.
    It’s a season, it’s a marathon,
    Retail eternity.
    It’s not over till it’s over
    And you throw away the tree.

    No, it’s not over till it’s over
    And you throw away the tree;
    It’s still not over till it’s over
    And you throw away the tree.