I did it. I broke one of the biggest unwritten holiday rules in America: I put up my Christmas lights and tree before Thanksgiving. And honestly? I’m not sure if I should feel guilty… or proud.

It all started when I opened the storage bins “just to look.” Next thing I knew, I had garland around my neck, my living room smelled like pine, and my house was glowing like the North Pole. I’m pretty sure at least three neighbors spotted the lights through their blinds. One even stepped outside, squinting, probably wondering if the grid had surged or if I’d finally snapped.
For the record, yes—I heard Mariah Carey playing. And no, I’m not sorry.
Some people insist that Christmas decorating must wait until after the last scoop of mashed potatoes is served. But from what I’m hearing, more of us are embracing what experts now call “Holiday Timeline Freedom.” Apparently, it’s perfectly acceptable to chase joy whenever it appears—even if it arrives a little early, wrapped in tinsel.
A few traditionalists might clutch their pearls over this, warning that society will soon unravel into chaos: pumpkins in August, fireworks in winter, Valentine’s Day in November. But honestly, if lights and ornaments make me smile, why should I wait?

So, am I in trouble?
So far, no holiday police have knocked on my door. No citations have been issued. And unless my inflatables violate some city ordinance, I think I’m safe.
If breaking the “rules” means a little more warmth, sparkle, and joy, then charge me guilty. I’ll be over here enjoying my glowing tree—even if it’s still November.



