In 59 days time a momentous occasion will take place. A once a year celebration of love, family, food and gifts. I know this is taking place in 59 days time because I had to check it, you see. I had to confirm that it was actually that far away.
The thing is, I was very confused when I went to my local shopping centre and heard a familiar tune playing in the background. The sweet sound of Jingle Bells and when I looked what I saw left me puzzled – decorated windows, baubles, a Christmas wreath hanging from the ceiling and a tree – luckily fake – as high as the roof.
It really threw me I had to tell you, you see because it’s October. October. Not December, not even November. October. But not for retailers.
We haven’t even had Halloween or the Melbourne Cup. We are weeks and weeks away from the first day of summer and many, many, many weeks from holidays. Yet you’d be forgiven for wishing each passerby in your nearest mall Merry Christmas because when you hit the shops, it's Christmas.
The music is jauntily playing; the fake snow is sprayed onto the windows. The boxes of crackers are piled high in noticeable places and the chocolate Santas have filled the place where kinder surprises used to sit, just in reach of small chubby fingers.
No no no no no no no.
It is not Christmas. It is far from Christmas. It not the festive season, it’s not even the lead up to Christmas.
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My kids still have months left of school, they have assignments to complete and homework to pay attention to. It is not wind-down time. They do not need this distraction but the problem is that they have it, every time they accompany me to the shops.
Is it Christmas Mama? When is Santa coming? I want a scooter/bike/X-Box/iPad/Barbie car/magic sand for Christmas. Is Christmas tomorrow Mama? Is Santa coming this weekend? I want that for Christmas. I want. I want. I want.
I have months left to plan. I have weeks and weeks left before I should even have to consider ordering a turkey and ham. I am still cooking the odd casserole and haven’t yet taken the doonas off the beds.