Our downstairs neighbours have a Christmas wreath on their door. We saw it when we came home from Seattle, and the four of us collectively shirked away from it.
That was bad.
The Christmas carols coming from their apartment that I can feel with my feet – so far we’ve had “Silent Night”, and right now it’s “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” – are SO MUCH WORSE.
IT’S NOVEMBER 7TH! WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!
So not cool.
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Leave an Easter basket on their door step.
my loud-and-annoying-university-students-across-the-hall-neighbours have a santa claus thingy on their door … i want to steal it and run away giggling loudly about boys (they giggle loudly about boys in the hallway … and they always seem to be surprised when they go away for the weekend, leave a dirty litter box and their apartment smells like ass when they come back … i would also like to steal their poor suffering cat).
What that’s crazy? I once worked for a company that played musak. The Christmas tunes started after Halloween. A person should not have to listen to Celine Dion’s Feliz Navid in October! or any other time of the year for that matter.
Celine Dion is the devil.
Amen. I went to school the other day and found a fully decorated tree and evergreen swags everywhere. Geez, at least let me finish my Halloween candy first!
I dare you to find a little Grinch toy and place it on the wreath. *LOL*