It's Christmas in September...I saw it at the Dollar Store. There's Santa and there's Frosty in the aisle near the door. Stockings and placemats and trinkets, galore, It's Christmas in September... I saw it at the Dollar Store.
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Sounds like a Country Western song to me. You can steal it if you want to. It's too depressing for me. I bet it is depressing for Santa, too. Staring across the aisle at a skeleton head on a stick and assorted foam "tombstones." The Halloween colors really clash with the Christmas colors, and it looks like a mixup of some sort. Especially when the next aisle still has birdhouses and garden tools. Even a lawn chair on sale.
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Christmas isn't special anymore. There is no time to look forward to it. It's not that I don't love ya, Santa. But I have to stare at your face on a platter every time I come in here for three and a half more months. We've got Halloween to get through. Thanksgiving, for Pete's Sake.
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I'm just gonna buy a plastic turkey and some Halloween Candy for now. And the garden gloves, on sale. That's MY Christmas in September.
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