Fall is in the air. The weather's growing chill, leaves are changing color, and you no longer have to defend your choice to get hot chocolate every single time you visit the dining hall. It's the season! It's with this carefree demeanor that you (totally didn't) purchase your copy of Under the Mistletoe, Justin Bieber's Christmas album that was released on November 1. To be blunt, there are two possible explanations for this travesty being unleashed on us so early: either it's a PR move to bring the idea of immaculate conception to the forefront of everyone's mind while his baby daddy case stews, or Christmas, once again, is trying to arrive prematurely.
Call me Ebenezer Scrooge, but I firmly believe that Christmas season should be confined to Christmas day, or at most the 12 days. For me, Thanksgiving is an oasis amid the ultra-commercialized fall festivities, but I never get to swallow any turkey before Christmas gets shoved down my throat. I know better than to have high hopes, but this year's looking even more dismal than the last.
