It’s the same in the West. There are 12 days of Christmas and none of them are in fucking November.
My wife and I like to get out of town when we can, but lately it’s a low-key night at home, no work, watching some telly or something. She likes all the classics: misfit toys and Burl Ives.
Quebec here. There isn’t much “magic” anymore. Too much too early too soon. It has become pretty much only a cheap commercial stunt.
Some asshole stores annoyingly start decorating early September, most do it in October. And the fucking music blasting non-stop 24/7.
Fuck this shit.
Canada, here.
It’s the same in the West. There are 12 days of Christmas and none of them are in fucking November.
My wife and I like to get out of town when we can, but lately it’s a low-key night at home, no work, watching some telly or something. She likes all the classics: misfit toys and Burl Ives.