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So my building put up a Christmas tree right outside my office last week. The whole bit: lights, a star on top, faux presents under the tree.
Yeah? That’s nice.
Nice?! Hardly. October is barely over. November had barely begun to begin.
Holiday spirit, man. Hol-i-day spi-rit.
I know, I know. But what about Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving’s my favorite holiday and it’s gone. It’s basically gone from our society. It’s a historical marker on the side of the freeway between the booming metropolises of Halloween and Christmas that no one pays attention to anymore.
(Laughs.)
What?
(Still laughing.)