The Christmas music started earlier for me this year, and that is ok. Typically, for me, it is an after Thanksgiving occurrence, as early as driving home from the family feast, occurrence. This year, my daughter and I jointly agreed to start the music celebration the day after Halloween. Maybe it was the 100 plus degree weather leading up to Halloween that enhanced the longing for Sleigh Bells and Snow Men and Frosted Window Panes and Fireplaces. Or maybe it is the year 2017 and all the fucked up things that keep happening that make me want to sing out in full voice about Glad Tidings and Peace on Earth and Joy to the World and Good Will to Men and Women. It's sad that this season is only relegated to the month of December. Kind of like how sad it is that Black History only gets the shortest month out of the year or Breast Cancer only has thirty-one days of awareness. 'Tis the Season to be Jolly, and goddamnit we need some Jolly right about now. We need a reason to come together and join hands and sing a Carol or Two. We Need a Little Christmas. Take away the commercialism, take away the religious ownership, what we are left with is the Hap Happiest Season of All, and I'll be damned if I don't try and draw it out as long as possible. I'll kiss under the mistletoe, I'll drink warm beverages, join a chorus of friends and family, and I'll give, give, give as much of the Christmas Spirit as I can. Season's Greetings to all, and to all light, laughter, and love!