C’mon, guys. You know what I’m going to say.
It’s November. We’re almost to the end of the month. All through the year, we’ve been waiting. Waiting through spring and fall to hear silver bells ringing; see wintertime bringing the happiest season of all.
Our tree is up and decorated, covered in multicolored incandescent lights and a thousand little painted ornaments. The gas logs are on, Karen Carpenter is crooning over the speakers, and all is temporarily right with the world.
That can only mean one thing, dear readers.
Only one month until Christmas. Are you done with your shopping?