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Yo, Rudolph

Yesterday evening, Monday, Nov. 13, 2006, in the Infants/Toddlers section of K-mart, searching for a booster seat, we heard the most horrible, shocking, earsplitting sound.

Christmas music.

Jingle-freaking-bells.

It's not even Thanksgiving.

Last night, after kid was in bed, watching TV...every other commercial involved the Santa holiday.

Ho-freaking-ho.

Even worse. The ACE Hardware next door to our daycare put up Christmas trees in the window before Halloween.

Wrong. Just wrong wrong wrong. (Don't get me wrong though...my Christmas wish list is well under way and easily accessible by typing in my name at Amazon.com. In case anyone's interested...)

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FletcherDodge said…
I've heard that Walmart is returning to a Christmas season, rather than a Holiday season. FWIW.
5:54 PM
Brianne said…
I know what you mean. I hate feeling forced into Christmas earlier than I'd like. One of the radio stations here started playing non-stop Christmas music the day after Halloween. NON-STOP CHRISTMAS MUSIC. Thankfully, you can avoid radio stations if you want to. But now I'm starting to be ready for it.

Now wait - you can go to Amazon and create a wish list that people can search for? Is this essentially like registering for Christmas, which I think is a FABULOUS idea?? That is AWESOME. :)
7:22 AM
Anonymous said…
make sure your radio does not switch to 104.5.

I took them off the car memory as of Nov 2nd, when they started playing it throughout the day.

I'm guessing that I will turn around & walk out of a store that is playing it constantly
5:49 PM
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