I love Christmas. Roasting chestnuts on an open fire, watching Elf and Home Alone, wondering what color socks I’ll be receiving from my grandma– the whole holiday season really makes me feel like a little kid again (minus the whole fat and socially awkward thing).

But my love for Christmas comes with its limits. On Nov. 1, almost two months before Christmas Day, Macy’s put up its “I Believe” Santa Claus display, CVS shuffled out bags of candy corn in favor of candy canes, and Starbucks brought back its Peppermint Mocha Latte and red holiday cups.

Maybe its just because I was recovering from a slight Halloween candy-induced diabetic shock, but on November 1st, I wasn’t ready for Christmas, and I’m still not.

This whole presumptuous Christmas celebration really diminishes the significance of Thanksgiving, in which we all eat ourselves into a coma to commemorate sharing food with Native Americans before we subjugated most of them later on.

In all seriousness, though, artificially creating the holiday season far before it would naturally begin hugely commercializes Christmas. I’m not going to pretend that I like the Christmas holiday for any other reasons besides good food, movies, and presents, but I can demand authenticity just like I can demand a Tiffany’s diamond necklace (I’m still waiting, Santa).

I think the public should follow ABC Family and start the holiday season on December 1 and celebrate for the 25 days after. Nearly two months is just too much: by the time Christmas actually comes around, I’m sick of everything I love about the holiday (except Elf and those Peppermint Mochas).

The whole point of the holidays is to be thankful and to enjoy yourself, two things that are impossible if the holiday season feels inauthentic.

But, go ahead and get into the holiday spirit of charity now, since that helps everyone…you can start with giving me that Tiffany’s necklace.