I decided on the way in to work this morning that I’m ready for Christmas. But it certainly wasn’t that crap Paul McCartney “Wonderful Christmas Time” song that helped me turn the corner.

MAN ALIVE that song is like nails on a chalkboard. I flicked past it as quickly as I could. But as I enjoyed the first of the Christmas lights along my commute, I started getting excited about pulling out my own decorations. Tomorrow is December 1, after all. I can get okay with the Christmas hoohah starting on December 1.

Plus, I love my little house at night when it has candles in the windows and lights on the tree and smells of pine. I’m one of those people (um, at least I assume there are others) who tends not to turn on tons of lights at night; even in the winter I usually move about by the glow of the streetlights and moon as much as possible, only turning on the light by the bed when I read. But the window candles? And the tree lights? Those I adore.

So tomorrow I will pull out the Christmas decorations and set up my tree and lights; I will hang a bushy green wreath on the door and maybe stick some pine boughs in my window boxes. I will look forward to the gentle glow througout my house all December long, and start playing the Nutcracker over and over and over again.

At least until it drives old Paul’s ding-dong song out of my brain. I mean, I’m sure the baby Jesus loves the Beatles, but I doubt even He can stand that song.