It's only November, but I find myself wanting to run my grandma over with a reindeer. Oh no, did I just say that? I'm just kidding, Grammy! I might just be put on Santa's naughty list for that one. I guess instead of getting that new Sephora brush, I'll be getting coal. But it wouldn't be the first time THAT has happened.

So, here I am, the day after Halloween singing Christmas songs, and watching Elf on repeat until I can't anymore. Some may call me crazy, but it's never too early for Christmas. Thanksgiving is coming soon, but you know that I will be humming "Jingle Bells" while I'm peeling potatoes and carving the turkey. In my bedroom closet, there are decorations ready to pour out everywhere, and soon enough, there will be about 10 Santa's on my property.

To some, this is premature, but in my opinion, there's nothing wrong with it. After all, Christmas is the happiest time of the year, so why wait? Walking into stores, there are aisles of stockings and decorations, which makes me want to drain my pockets. Maybe Santa can give me money this year, because before December hits, I am going to be broke and drowning in Christmas lights.

Putting aside the commercial aspects of Christmas, I also like to enjoy the small things, like spending time with family and friends. Laughing while sitting near the fireplace, and gatherings around the dinner table. Joyful memories fill my mind, leaving a smile on my face.

I can already taste the hot cocoa and the candy canes. The smell of scented pine cones flood my senses, while I watch the snow flakes fall lightly to the ground. Frigid, yet refreshing air fills my lungs, while a comfy scarf lightly hugs my neck. My gloves are a bright red, and my coat, black like coal, shields me from the cold. Such an elegant season, filled with so much joy.

Growing up, I was always very generous, and it has carried with me into my adulthood. There is something special about giving and making other people smile. I get joy from seeing others happy, even if I don't get anything in return. So, that's why Christmas is so great to me. The gift of giving is pretty great.

So, it's okay to hang up lights. It's okay to dream about the North Pole while you lay in bed with snowman pajamas. And it's okay to love to season before anyone else does.

Smile. It's never too early for Christmas.