It's hot. The humidity is running about 150%. When I step outside I no longer breathe in air, I'm sucking in water. It's a wonder I haven't drowned. This is my least favorite weather, bar none.
That's why sticky summer days find me launching into "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas . . . ," usually to collective howls of "Noooooooooo!" Why is that? What is it about the mention of Christmas - my personal favorite holiday of all time, by the way - that causes such mass protest?
Is it because people associate Christmas with cold weather? (Then bring it on, my friend! Please.) Is it the gift-buying frenzy that folks hook on to the season? Is it that people hate Christmas carols, thanks to Mr. Muzak?
Well, no matter. Whatever the reason for folks not wanting to hear a little reminder of Christmas in August, it's my way of remembering that sooner or later, the weather will change. Sooner or later, I'll be wrapped in sweaters and coats. Sooner or later, the spirit will shift and lift.
Think I'll turn down the A/C, brew some hot chocolate, and load the DVD player with Christmas movies. Brrrrrr. Just my way of beating the summer heat and doldrums.