Today was the first of December.  As an individual who loves Thanksgiving and the last week of November in general as it is the week in which I was born, I strongly believe that Christmas has a lot of nerve showing its tinsel prior the first of the month.  It is by far the most popular and most anticipated holiday of the year, I fathom why it needs to go beyond its calendrical (it’s a real word) boundaries.  I get confused when I see people celebrating turkey day with stalkings already hung from their chimneys.  I cringe when I hear Jingle Bells while I’m enjoying leftovers.  And quite simply, I think Black Friday is whack and for the insane.  

But, lest you be concerned, I am no Scrooge.  I fully embrace any and all Christmas cheer come December 1 where it rightfully fits.  I welcomed today, torrential downpours and all, with a smile on me face and a holly, jolly attitude.  Sugar plums fairies danced in my head though the day was drab, damp and slow moving.  

Everything was as it should have been until I left the mall after shopping with my father.  In the second spot outside the Nordstrom wing I discovered the sugar plum fairies had whithered and died and a HUGE (depressing image pending) DENT in my car from some effing soul sucking Grinch who had to have been unconscious to not realize that he (or she) did damage to my innocently parked vehicle.  This is not a measly scratch that can be rubbed off or a nick that is only noticeable in the right light.  This is a look-at-that-car-sticking-out-the side-of that-dent kind of dent, in my angered-and only slightly dramatic-opinion.  

But, it’s fine.  I think leaving any insurance information would have been tacky.  An apology note would have been ill-received.  Because what’s more appropriate during the Holiday Season than stepping over others to take care of one’s self.  Tis, in fact, the one time of year when it is more important to give than receive.