perhaps someday i will write about why i am a scrooge around christmas-time, but for now it will suffice to point out, simply, that i am. i don't like overt holiday cheer, and i certainly don't like the pressure of picking out that perfect gift. don't get me wrong - i do love to find and give such a gift - i just don't like having to do it on another's timetable.

my outrage should come as no surprise, then, upon discovering that one local station has already converted into a 24-hour christmas cheer sweatshoppe. those poor deejays are forced to spin the droll chirping of birds and snowflakes, and it makes me sick.

can we not have a moment of silence extending until the national day of thanks?

postscript: i should point out, in point/counterpoint fashion, that the mrs is a christma-holic, and is jazzed about tuning her radio to said station. it's a good thing that i'm quick on the draw with those radio presets, whenever i drive her car.