Hey! Your Christmas wreathe is nice 

But the other neighbor over here hasn’t finished her pumpkin spice 

And the leaves haven’t finished falling 

And I haven’t even pulled my turkey candles out of the attic 

Stop it with these consumerist ads – they’re appalling!

I don’t mean to sound dramatic 

But November is the best month 

The air’s finally cool, not too cold 

The outdoor colors are bold

It’s racing season!

The Bay Bridge Run, the Richmond Marathon, the Turkey Trot, Harbor Lights 

All summer this is where I’ve had my sights

Soon it’ll all be gone and we’ll be freezin’

It’s hoodie weather 

And there’s a whole day reserved for gratitude

(You’d think we’d be better)

It’s parades and illuminations 

Charlie Brown Mayflower episode 

The Thanksgiving Day dog show!

It’s a long run with light legs

The great outdoors beg 

So please, can you, just for a few more weeks, take down that Christmas wreathe

Let November sparkle

Because if these pre-season ads continue, we’re all gonna drown

In consumerism, debt, and fat 

All that stuff you’re lookin’ at 

Isn’t needed 

From this more-more-more bottom line, I’ve seceded 

You’ll find me on the trails, with my dog and husband 

Yeah, I may be grumblin’

But while I’m at it you should know I still believe in fairy tails

I might bump in to Charlie Brown or Linus 

I know what time it is 

It’s November 

It doesn’t even need decoration

I’m headin’ out – far from the fake trees and the gaudy wreathes 

To the outside, in lovely November, where it shimmers 

Give it its honor