Isn't it too early to be thinking about Christmas?

This morning I dreamt that it was Christmas and we'd completely forgotten about it. Or I should say, haddayr and I forgot about it because the kids hadn't. We hadn't gotten a tree, we hadn't bought a single present, I hadn't made anything for dinner, but there it was, Christmas morning. Haddayr was at work and I was downstairs while the boys were waking up and I was quickly shoving as much stuff as I could find around the house into the boys stockings -- stale hard candies, baking chocolate, old cherry tomatoes that had seen better days. As I shoved the last of the items in, I could hear the boys' excited footsteps coming down the stairs, and I wondered how I was going to explain the absence of a tree and the lack of gifts.