While I agree with much that people have posted on the usurpation of Thanksgiving, I note that we are in a time in which the lyrics of this song are most germane:
Haul out the holly;
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again.
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things,
but deck the halls again now.
For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute.
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen.
Slice up the fruitcake
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough.
For I've grown a little leaner,
Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older,
And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now.
And so, I've noted, my neighbors have rushed the decor into their yards and onto their houses--think of this seasonal rush as the equivalent of the Busby Berkeley musicals in their time. Everything its due celebration but in times of stress we reach out for the nearest reason to be happy, to be entranced, to be reminded of what it is to see the world as the wonder it is.