Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve probably noticed your facebook page inundated with turkeys hollering at Santa and pictures of the doors at Nordstrom’s.

A study by some website shows 82 percent of “home cooks” believes Christmas is drowning out Thanksgiving.

You know what?

I am the 18 percent.

And I’ll tell you why…

Listen, I’m not saying we should ignore Thanksgiving. Some of my favorite seasonal activities include nodding thoughtfully at the end of Planes, Trains and Automobiles and making lewd jokes involving the phrase “horn of plenty.”

First of all, that Nordstrom’s picture is at least four years old, so let’s not pretend holiday decorations are appearing any earlier than they ever did.

Second, after that summer we just had, can’t we take a little extra time to enjoy the holidays? What else are you going to do? You’re going to sit there in your cubicle watching it get dark before you even leave work in the afternoon.

Pretty soon, you’ll be depressed because the sun’s never out and you’ll start thinking, “Hey, 105 degrees wasn’t so bad. At least it was bright.”

I’ve lived in north Texas for a little more than two years. Frequently, people complain about the lack of seasons here. The Scaianalysis Editorial Board respectfully disagrees. In fact, I’ve identified five seasons:

January-February: At least one comically disruptive winter storm and complaining about the Cowboys

March-May: A 40 percent chance of thunderstorms. Some storms could be severe.

June-August: Sweatiness

September-October: State Fair/Baseball

That leaves November and December. These are The Holidays. Let’s enjoy them together. Let’s let Thanksgiving be one of The Holidays.

You see, many of us north Texans aren’t native north Texans. Some of us only get home once a year, and that’s at The Holidays. We look forward to this time of year and the earlier we can start celebrating, the better.

Perhaps we’ve just booked our flight to Dayton, Ohio (or maybe we’re flying into Cincinnati this year because it was cheaper) and the music and displays bring back precious memories like that time our cousin was dating a guy who seemed almost normal until we were about to leave for midnight Mass and he showed up dressed like a six-foot elf.

Not even a Christmas elf, mind you, but some sort of forest-dwelling elf.

Of course, that’s just a hypothetical situation. It absolutely never happened in real life in 1997 to my cousin, Ellen, who is now married to a man who did not make her move to the forest (I believe they’re in Rhode Island).

It’s not as though malls and department stores are putting up Christmas decorations instead of Thanksgiving displays. No one gives gifts at Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is for eating a deep fried turkey, some cranberry sauce and maybe some mashed potatoes with an insouciant hint of jalapeno.

As such, if you go to a grocery store, what do you find? Huge Thanksgiving displays! If Kroger started skipping Thanksgiving, I’d be concerned.

Until then, the 18 percent will not be silent. Maybe now that the Occupy Dallas people have been booted from behind City Hall, the 18 percent will set up camp there. Only our compound will smell like peppermint and fresh gingerbread. The police will show up in riot gear… for hot chocolate!

The 18 percent does, however, oppose those Target commercials with the freaky Christmas lady.