When it gets close to the end of the year, there are only two types of Americans. And both of them live in my house. I recently overheard my children “arguing” in the bathroom as they were brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. My four-year-old son, in his usual exuberant fashion, was singing loudly: “We WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WI —“ My seven-year-old daughter cut him off abruptly with a bellow: “IT’S NOT CHRISTMAS YET!!!!!” She’s right. Heck, I only just rolled the rotting jack-o-lanterns off my front...

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