I now live in Florida, having moved 14 months ago from the frozen north. It is warm here (although people who have been here longer tell me it is cool. I am still wearing open-toed shoes and shorts, and battle perpetual hot flashes, so perhaps I am not the best judge). It is hard for me to get into the holiday spirit when I am out pruning bushes, trying to staunch the flow of multi-legged creatures determined to share my living space, and applying sunscreen.
In addition to Salvation Army bell ringers in khaki shorts and flip-flops, Santas in Parrot Head t-shirts, and LCD lighting on palm trees, these pictures from around my yard are among the reasons I am having trouble getting into Christmas.