The holiday season has begun. How do I know, you ask? Is it the sheer volume of Christmas commercials on TV? No. The fact that the 24-hour Christmas radio station is in full-swing? No. Is it because tomorrow is "cyber-Monday", the mall-phobic's answer to Black Friday? No. Is it because five houses down from us there are four 15-foot tall inflatable snowmen swaying in the front yard? No.
I know it is officially the holiday season because I am sitting here watching "A Christmas Story" on TNT. What could possibly say, "tis the season" more than Scut Farkis' yellow eyes, Aunt Clara's pink bunny suit, a Red Ryder bb gun, and the garter-belted leg lamp?