We Like It:

Let’s be honest, Thanksgiving is really just first Christmas. Christmas music starts playing the day after Halloween, it usually snows before Thanksgiving, and all you do is eat and hang out with the family. The only difference is that you don’t get presents on Thanksgiving, but that’s what Black Friday is for.
Soon enough Thanksgiving is just going to disappear into Black weekend anyway, and when it does, all the contention about when the Christmas season really starts will be dispelled. The biggest problem that people have in that regard is Christmas music. Christmas music should really be acceptable at all times of the year. It brings back happy memories, has good meanings, and is a way of expressing joy. Why would you prevent someone from listening to the music they enjoy? You wouldn’t tell a cowboy to stop listening to country music, or tell a tween girl not to download Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber. It’s their choice. If a radio station decides to play Christmas music in July, and you don’t like it, then change your station and stop complaining.
Many people already speak of the “Holiday Season” as a way to lump Christmas and Thanksgiving together. Christmas is more loved than Thanksgiving, and all the meanings of Thanksgiving are slowly disappearing in black Friday anyway. (Thanksgiving? More like Want-Taking.) For those of you who choose to abstain from Christmas songs and movies and general joy until December, that’s your choice; just know, however, that you’re missing out on an entire extra month of jubilance and wonder.

Wait a While:

I’m not a Scrooge. I love Christmas just as much as the next four year-old in a sugar coma from candy canes. But just like everything good in this world, moderation is key. Christmas music the day after Halloween? I smell gingerbread frosted in absurdity.
You’re driving to school, innocently trying to listen to some T-Swizzle, when suddenly “Deck the Halls” comes rolling on, followed by “The Little Drummer Boy”, and ending with every verse of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. By the end of this Christmas barrage, you want to kick an elf. Christmas music can be delightful. However, by the actual week of Christmas, you end up slamming your fingers on the radio buttons desperately searching for something void of “all things merry and bright.”
You get home and turn on the TV, looking for a good movie lacking mistletoe. After all, it isn’t yet Thanksgiving. Scrolling through your channels, you finally find one. The commercials switch on after a few moments, and each one is advertising some Christmas special with exaggerated cheer. “Buy this! Buy that! You won’t be truly happy until you have a Snazzy Napper!” No matter how much you try to hide from the commercialized part of Christmas, it’s going to be there, jumping out at any unexpected moment.
Then there’s the store aisles piled high with Christmas trees, mugs, and creepy nutcrackers. By mid-December, you feel claustrophobic walking into any store because suddenly they’ve all transformed into miniature North Poles. We can’t forget Black Friday. You’re bringing your fork to your mouth at Thanksgiving dinner, thinking of how blessed you are, when you check your watch and realize it’s time to go get that dream microwave for your sister from Target that’s 50% off. How can you pass that up? You run from the house to Target and end up biting the woman who so much as glanced at your prized microwave. Nothing screams “Christmas Spirit” like biting someone for a microwave.
Christmas is awesome. Christmas drawn on for three months obviously has negative effects on the human population. Christmas was meant to be celebrated once a year, but we’re sick of it by the time December 25 rolls around. When celebrated early, it becomes part of our ordinary lives, which takes the magic away. Do yourself a favor and don’t take away the joy of Christmas by celebrating it in October. Wait to start singing “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” until at least December 1. After all, that’s when it really should be beginning to look a lot like Christmas.