A whole year ago, when the XM satellite announcer boldly declared that the Holly Channel would begin playing Christmas music on Halloween, we complained.

“It’s way too early,” I announced. “We’ll be sick of Christmas and Christmas music before we carve the turkey.”

I don’t think we’re the only ones who’ve said, “Christmas is getting too commercial. It’s rearing its festive head earlier and earlier.”

The ultimate complaint: “One day, the Christmas lights – and sales – will go up before Labor Day.”

And then “Harvey” paid us a visit. Something strange happened.

Call it an attitude adjustment. When XM this year told us the Holly Channel would launch November 1, I actually started humming, “We need a little Christmas, right this very minute, candles in the window, carols at the Spinet, yes, we need a little Christmas!”

It’s been a tough couple of months. Friends and neighbors lost their homes and some of our favorite businesses were flooded out. We need a little Christmas. I’m not surprised that ratings are way, way up for my favorite upbeat TV channel, the Hallmark Channel. No smirking please.

I read in the FiveThirtyEight blog that the number of viewers tuning into Hallmark’s two channels is up nine percent this year. Nine percent! And that rating was taken before Hallmark started showing their annual Christmas marathon of feel-good Christmas movies.

Yup, we need a little Christmas.

I’m writing these profound words before we say goodbye to Daylight Savings Time. By the time you read them, you’ll be well into the Christmas spirit and we’ll be headed to DeSoto, Kansas and then off to Playa del Carmen. But, before we leave town, I’m looking for the two sure signs that Christmas has arrived in Kingwood – Winnie the Pooh and the Peace Sign.

For those of you who regularly take time to read what I write, you’ll recall last year I wrote that it’s just not Christmas until we’ve seen that sentimental Folgers ad on television. The one with the college kid coming home early one morning before anyone is up, sneaking into the kitchen, brewing up a pot of Folgers. Parents smell the coffee, come down the stairs, see college kid. Cue the tears.

At our house, it’s not Christmas until Winnie the Pooh makes his annual appearance in the front yard of one of the Mills Branch homes in our neighborhood and the Peace Sign appears on Kingwood Drive, high up in the trees, just before you get to Woodland Hills. You can’t miss it. It’s big and bright and purple.

At our house, we MUST get our massive lighted wreath up on the garage roof before Winnie shows up on the neighbor’s lawn.

Two years ago, we were crushed. Winnie never made his appearance. Last year, thank goodness, he claimed his rightful spot right there on Rock Springs Drive. This year? It’s a little too early as I write this, but we’re hopin’ and prayin’ that Winnie and the Peace Sign claim their special spots again.
Because, really, we need a little Christmas.

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Tom Broad
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Besides being a proud graduate of The University of Nebraska-Lincoln and, therefore, a Cornhusker, I am retired from Memorial Hermann. I am a correspondent and columnist for Lake Houston's hometown paper, The Tribune, as well as a director of the Lake Houston Redevelopment Corporation, a member of the board of the Humble Area Assistance Ministries, and Volunteer Extraordinaire for the Lake Houston Area Chamber.