The lack of Thanksgiving decorations

A Turkey in a yard from a 'how to' video on Youtube

Thanksgiving Decorations

Or the lack of them


With October over, stores are putting up Thanksgiving dec... or I mean Christmas decorations. There may be a few inflatable turkeys or a turkey figurine here or there, but for the most part, Thanksgiving is not an easy holiday for those who like to decorate their house to match the day.

So how about you? Do you find this a problem? Why or why not?

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