I’m sitting in my apartment and the TV is on channel 633, Sounds of the Season. Alvin and the Chipmunks are singing their Christmas song.  (And did you know that Queen Elizabeth’s Christmas address to the nation was first televised on December 25, 1957?  Fun fact provided by cable’s Music Choice.)  I’ve created a Pandora Christmas station on my work computer.  And last night, the BF and I walked home from church and were greeted on Lexington Avenue by the magnificent Bloomingdale’s Christmas windows.  I believe I’ve mounted sufficient evidence to propose beginning Christmas celebrations now.  After all, it’s the only thing that gives winter in New York a good name.

But first, I guess we have to make it through Thanksgiving.  When I called the sis this morning she was at the liquor store stocking up on Family Toxicity antidotes.  I will be spending some quality time in Montgomery and Atlanta over the next few days: eating Chick-Fil-A, raiding Target, and glossing over long-held family tensions with gravy.  Hopefully I will live to blog about it.