It's still a week until Thanksgiving, yet it has already begun.
A few weeks ago, my second daughter and I stood in line at our local WalMart for THREE HOURS (a moment of silence, please) to meet Ree Drummond, request an autograph, and give her a copy of Sally's book, The Lifegiving Table, which I thought she'd enjoy. Half of the line-time ended up being a winding path through the garden center, now filled with--you guessed it--all things Christmas.
Now, Christmas is my favorite, but I have a pretty hard and fast rule about not even LOOKING at Christmas paraphernalia until the day after Thanksgiving (okay, often the second after we've placed our forks down on the table around the turkey for the last time). And so, my friends, I found myself stuck. Stuck in a world of glittered snowflakes, woodland creatures wearing plaid scarves, myriad versions of blinking lights, and Christmas trees.
All of the Christmas trees.
At first, I attempted the defense systems usually effective when encountering the inappropriately premature Christmas sales so prevalent in this evil day: I tried averting my eyes, but let's face it, I was surrounded. I tried looking only at Savannah, but after standing in line already for two hours, we'd pretty much used up our buckets of Conversation Apropos for Long Lines.
Reader, I broke.
(I should have seen it coming when the words "peppermint mocha" slid out of my mouth so smoothly, so ... semi-unconsciously that day in Starbucks back in September, clearly well outside the range of Christmas drink season.)
And so, there has been a breach in our Christmas defenses. More than one Christmas song has been played. I put candles in the downstairs windows a few days ago. And last night, when I sent my little boys to their room to "work it out" after overhearing them arguing in the living room, I heard gleeful yelling and went upstairs to find they'd used the time to put up their own Christmas tree.
But there's still one thing I'm waiting for: movie tickets to a brand-new take on an old favorite: A Christmas Carol. I'm so excited to be sharing a bit about this new movie opening next Wednesday (just in time for a family trip to the movies Thanksgiving afternoon!) The Man Who Invented Christmas.
The Man Who Invented Christmas tells the magical journey that led to the creation of Ebenezer Scrooge, Tiny Tim and other classic characters from A Christmas Carol. Directed by Bharat Nalluri (Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day), the film shows how Charles Dickens mixed real life inspirations with his vivid imagination to conjure up unforgettable characters and a timeless tale, forever changing the holiday season into the celebration we know today.
But it gets better. Scrooge is played by ... wait for it ... Christopher Plummer, our favorite handsome-yet-cranky father from The Sound of Music!
And ... breathe ... Dickens is none other than Dan Stevens, also known as Matthew from Downton Abbey/Beast from (what else?) Beauty and the Beast.
My countdown calendar app may or may not be labelled "The Man Who Invented Christmas" rather than "Thanksgiving."
THE MAN WHO INVENTED CHRISTMAS releases in theaters on November 22.
I hope you'll join me at the theatre next week for this amazing film! And now for a bit of Christmas magic ...