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.