Dunked in the icy Ohio...kinda

It's over.
It's so over and I couldn't be anymore upset. Christmas, you know, "the most wonderful time of the year..." is over.
And I witnessed it at the very second it happened.
Christmas night I was driving home in my cold, dark car from Jenny's house. I enjoyed myself, by the way. It was about ten till midnight when I set out. I was half way between Owensboro and Henderson looking up at the clear, night sky, reflecting about how well Christmas had gone mindlessly singing along to Elvis' Silver Bells when...BAM!
An immediate turnover to some shit like Disco Fever. Elvis didn't even get a chance to finish his song. Not only did they cut off Christmas, but they cut off the King! There were no commercials, no "Merry Christmas everyone," no transition.
It was a jolt.
I felt as if I had been dunked in icy water and just brought up for air. I frantically scanned the radio for more Christmas music, but nothing.
I shall not name the radio station. But let me say this: you are on my shit list; which is way worse than Santa's naughty list.
Why?
Why must we cut the season off like we do?
Who takes the tree down Christmas day or the day after?
Who can't wait for the holidays to be over?
Phase out.
Let the holidays go merrily like they arrived. Not like a bandaid, not like a bandaid!
Eh, what am I talking about? There's going to be year end sales and all sorts of events for the next month.
Still; let me let go, slowly.