But the blogger, who lived just north of StoreVille, did NOT.
The blogger hated Christmas! Not the whole Christmas season. Just the part that began two months early without reason: With zombies and pumpkins still in the aisles, the props of St Nick were arriving in piles.
It could be that his head was screwed on all wrong. It could be, perhaps, that 2 months was 2 long.
But whatever the reason, his head or the props, he stood there in October hating the shops.
“And they’re stocking their shelves!” he snarled with a sneer. “It’s not even November and Christmas is here!” Then he growled, with his blogger’s fingers nervously typing.
“Must we kill every joy with insane overhyping!”
And he puzzled three hours till his puzzler was sore. Then the blogger thought of something he hadn’t before! Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…perhaps….means a little bit more.
And what happened then…? Well in StoreVille they say that the blogger decided to just stay away.