I'm thankful that Christmas comes earlier and earlier every year. I know I'm supposed to grumble and bah humbug, but I just love it. I love the word festive. I love fa la la la la. I love Christmas trees and ornaments and ribbons and bows. I love the way stores glitter at Christmas--consumerism at its most alluring. Its most magical. I'm thankful for Santa Claus, and believing, and wishes come true. I'm thankful for childlike wonder. I'm thankful for the little boy that said, pointing towards the men on the crane while tugging on his mother's shirt, "They're making Christmas."