See my Herald column over here.

I decided to shortened Christmas this year.

It wasn’t allowed to be mentioned in this house until Dec. 1. There was no shopping or planning permitted  before that date. (Party invitations were exempted from this rule.)

When Christmas starts in October, you are sick of it by Dec. 1. Last year I reached this conclusion while standing in  a hot crowded department store with crazy long line-ups, traffic jams of biblical proportions and screaming babies.

Actually, the screaming babies were the only ones making any sense. We should have all been screaming. .

So, no Christmas here until Dec. 1. Any mention meant down on the floor for 10 push-ups.

I figure twenty-five days is just about right for Christmas.