“So,” Sam continued, brightly. “Thanksgiving is next week, and so starts the annual holiday rush. Not that they haven’t had Christmas crap in the stores since August.”
Jordan grinned and took another bite of his dinner. “Yeah, I know. Sometimes it seems a little cheap—is the holiday really all that special when you’ve had Christmas trees up your nose since the All-Star Break? But I keep hoping that means they’ll put Valentine ‘s Day stuff out early, but they always disappoint.” He exaggerated his sigh and shook his head ruefully.
Sam scoffed. “Lord. If they’d just get rid of Valentine’s Day altogether the whole world would be better off. It’s got to be the single fakest holiday, right? I mean how exactly do we get a holiday for fake romance out of an early Christian bishop who almost certainly had no part in any such thing.”