I don't know if I've spoken on this topic before, but if I have please continue to read anyway, because you never know where I may end up.
Over the course of the past few years, I've spoken about my feelings about various holidays and at times tried to explain their origins and meanings.
I bring this up because we have now entered, head first, into the holiday season.
Over the next two months we, as citizens and consumers, are going to be inundated with television specials, shopping extravaganzas, sales, concerts, tinsel, cranberry everything, on and on and on.
I love Christmas and Thanksgiving, and I really love them at the appropriate time.
I have, since my days as a stock boy at K-Mart, been surprised by the date in which stores begin to put up the lights, trees and decorations for the Christmas holiday.
This year was perhaps the earliest I've ever seen it.
Two weeks before Halloween, I was shopping at a local superstore that is easy to ''target'' due to the sign and could not believe that while searching with my 2-year-old for a bag of candy that he ''can like that'' as he says, I took a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of Santa's village.
Again, I really do love Christmas, but not in October and certainly not the middle of October.
I understand the commercial reasoning behind setting up those displays as early as possible, because no matter my opinion on it, people will begin to buy their decorations and preparations for the season as soon as they see it.
Me, personally, can't get myself into the Yuletide spirit before I've raked a single leaf or can clearly see a Halloween mask of Michael Myers next to a glitter encrusted, lit up reindeer.
I worry this will confuse children who are not yet aware of the differences between Santa Claus and Michael Myers. That could warp a person.
But here we are, a few weeks away from Thanksgiving, which in my house has been the acceptable date for my wife to tell me to drag up the boxes - and I mean boxes - of decorations from the basement.
The leaves have officially taken over my front yard, and the air is getting cold, which means fall is here, and we are on our way.
The next few weeks will be filled with traced-hand turkeys, patent leather buckled shoes, cornucopias (one of my favorite words) and thoughts of things to be thankful for even during trying and difficult times.
Sometimes I think that Thanksgiving and the joy of that season get lost in the preparations and eagerness to get fully engrossed in Christmas.
I mean, folks, the entire holiday revolves around eating turkey. Turkey, the best-tasting and ugliest animal on the planet!
See, throughout this meandering nonsense of a column, I've somehow managed to come to a point.
Thanksgiving gives us a chance to look at our lives, realize the good that is there, even when things are difficult. We should, I believe, do this all the time, but when Charlie Brown is doing it, it makes it that much easier.
Maybe over the next three weeks, we should all find the things in our lives that we are grateful for having and let those things know how much we appreciate them.
Me? I've got three wonderful things to be thankful for at home and a host of family and friends that mean the world to me, and that's what I'm thankful for - people who love me even though I'm me.
I'm also very thankful for all of you who read this column. Without you all, I would just be wasting ink.