Poor November

Dark times are here.  Christmas music started playing on the radio a few days ago.  December jolly and joy are very dark entities when they come too soon, casting shadows over Thanksgiving.  The darkness shrouding November comes from Santa’s large belly.  It’s not really an elephant graveyard, and Simba isn't really standing on Pride Rock.  He just doesn't realize it is Santa because lions don’t have religion, much less the human religion worshipping Santa Claus and shopping malls; because our culture has commercialized Christmas to the extremes of religious fervor.  Sacrifices of sleep, sanity and common decency are made on Black Friday.  They even capitalize Black Friday!  Only proper nouns are capitalized.  Proper? Really, is that the right word for this not-a-holiday?  Poor November.

Look at this image.  You can't argue with math.  X=November

Thanksgiving dinner is devastated before its time.
Poor turkey is strutting his stuff to the Christmas music, but the words aren't in turkey-speak, so he has no idea that the humans have forsaken him, leaving entrails of doom.

By the way, turkey clipart is not nearly as prolific as Santa clip art.  AND TURKEYS EXIST IN THE REAL WORLD.  Further disappointment.