Apparently, one of the young hired guys on the farm complained to my husband that he came home from work and it was like the North Pole exploded on his house already.
And my husband asked if he had done anything to prevent it? The guy was confused by the question. Then my husband said that the trick is to get your wife some kind of fall foliage when the urge to Christmas decorate comes too early. Buy her a fall bouquet, or pick something wild while out hunting, he suggested. He said a wife won't change the decorations when something fall-ish from her husband is on the kitchen table. He says it was his own fault his house was the North Pole already. It's entirely preventable.
And now I have to rethink everything.