By Emily Guajardo |

As orange, black and green napkins are removed from the top shelves of the stores, mini-candy pieces are marked down and slutty nurse costumes are completely hidden away from existence once again, the end of Halloween season is almost like a flip-of-the-switch in American culture. 

One moment you’re death, and the next, you’re green, red and sparkling in lights all over. 

As if overnight, Santa Clause somehow clubbed Jack the ol’ lantern and took heist of not one, but two months of the end of the year leaving behind poor dead-faced skeletons, one giant turkey and the holy sacramental festivals of the chosen people. 

While Christmas is considered the “most wonderful time of the year”, I’d argue that we have allowed Christmas to conquer our social lives and make us forget about the other less-gift giving (and getting) holidays. 

Yes, Christmas is meant to be a time of spreading cheer

But, isn’t Dia De Los Muertos also spreading the joy of having ancestral family members welcomed back into the homes of their loved ones? Unlike Christmas, Dia De Los Muertos is meant to remember those who have been lost, but never forget that they have a chance to return; not just be mentioned in side conversations during your holiday dinners as you pass the steaming mashed potatoes. 

Yes, Christmas is supposed to be about giving. 

And let’s face it, we do give quite a bit during this time of year. 

We give gifts and punches; love and hate; banter and gossip; “I love you”’s and “This is why I never come home”’s 

But, what about Thanksgiving and the American nostalgia that has been passed down from decade to decade? Although Thanksgiving doesn’t have the cutest backstory nor does it involve Tim Allen getting chosen by Santa to be the next Santa, Thanksgiving is a time for sharing with nothing in return. It’s meant to be a communal gathering regardless of one’s socio-economical status, household size, location or whether the food was made from your grandma’s hands or Colonel Sanders’. 

Yes, Christmas is meant to be about the birth of Jesus – after we open the biggest present under the tree. 

But, what about those who don’t believe in Jesus? Shouldn’t Christmas share an equal spotlight to our fellow brothers and sisters of Yaweh. While American culture isn’t necessarily the most “understanding” of other religions, Hanukkah is a Jewish festival commemorating the rededication of the Second Temple in Jerusalem at the time of the Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire. Don’t know what that means? Doesn’t matter. It’s important to other people and Christmas has no business stepping all over it. 

Don’t get me wrong. Christmas holds so much excitement, secret flutterings of love – both imagery or real – and is celebrated around the world. 

However, cool it with the ugly sweaters the day after Halloween. 

You still have time to wear normal clothes post-spooky season. You can still channel your inner non-caroling singer. You can still be excited for Thanksgiving and other non-traditional American holidays. 

Christmas, please stay in your lane. 

Your time will come and we all know you like to make an entrance.