But It's Only November

We've just checked the calendar and, even on our AI-generated version, Christmas is still 25 December every year.

So it begs the question - why are shops playing Christmas songs and putting up Christmas decorations when it's only November. We can deal with all that happening from 1 December but leave us out of the November action.

By the way, Brendan, who gets a run in the second verse, is a real person who has the biggest Christmas light show in town. He is very pleased to have been acknowledged by one of his favourite bands. We have to have a lie down when he turns on his light display - there's not enough electricity for both of us!

Lyrics

Out the front of Coles they’re hanging fairy lights,

Santa’s sweating buckets under neon Friday nights.

Plastic snowflakes bake behind a window in the sun,

We’re barely out of spring — and they’re saying Christmas has begun.

Every shop’s got carols cranking right on cue,

But I’ve still got work to do and beach days to get through.

But it’s only November, that silly season rush,

Calendars are empty - there’s no need to fuss.

Mate, I’ll leave the shopping pile till late December’s here,

Strolling through the servo on Christmas Eve each year.

Brendan next door’s strung up all his twinkling lights,

Even whacked a Santa hat on the garden gnome tonight.

But cricket bats and mozzie zaps are more my Christmas sign,

The only snow I’ll see’s in an icy glass of wine.

There’s baubles on the gum tree, ads on every screen,

But I can’t wrap my head around a tinsel-coated spring.

Yeah, it’s only November, no pudding on my plate,

Still flipping sausages and locking in a mates’ day.

My missus says to start — I say, “Let’s not get ahead!”

Cos I shop best in panic when the Big Day’s just ahead.

We do it how we do it, always running late,

A last-minute lottery at the Bunnings hardware gate.

Tradition’s in the scramble, the jokes about the queue,

It wouldn’t feel like Christmas if it wasn’t overdue.

But it’s only November, blue skies overhead,

There’s still a month of spring and cold beers in the shed.

So if you want Christmas early, you can put up all the bling,

But I’ll wait for summer’s thunder before I buy a thing.

Yeah, let the tinsel dangle, let the bells all ring,

Cos it’s only November - and I’m still waiting for spring.