Intellectually, I know that The Holidays are not over yet, and that if anything, they're just now picking up steam, but to me, it feels like it's already over. Normally, this would be a Good Thing™ but the cognitive dissonance I'm experiencing is annoying.
Here it is, just shy of December, and it's still hot. Okay, it's not August “so hot the asphalt is boiling” hot, but it's still warm enough for natives to still be wearing tee-shirts and shorts. There are precious little decorations littering the landscape, and I've yet to see any palm trees smothered in lights.
It just doesn't feel like The Holidays (granted, when I first moved down here it didn't feel like The Holidays then either, what with trees still having leaves—green leaves at that, and no snow, and it wasn't freezing during the day). And I have to wonder why I feel so cheated.
Perhaps because it's still hot.
I think we need to get Al Gore [1] down here—oh wait, gotta go … Bunny wants to shop for Christmas trees …
[1] http://drinkingfromhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/gore-effect.html