I have a love-hate relationship with Halloween.

I love it because I get to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. (Don’t try to convince me it’s a Christmas movie. I will fight you.)

I love it because candy. ‘Nuff said.

But I hate it because, once upon a time, the radio stations that played where I grew up decided Halloween was an appropriate time to start playing Christmas music.

Please don’t think I’m being a bah-humbug about Christmas in general. I love Christmas.

I love seeing my family’s Christmas tree lit up with colorful lights and glistening from the billion tinsel strands my mom distributes over it.

I love watching my favorite Christmas movies, such as Christmas Vacation, Elf and How the Grinch Stole Christmas throughout the season.

I also have a newfound love for watching super-cheesy Hallmark Channel Christmas movies with my mom and sisters.

And, as a poor college student, I will never say no to free stuff.

But I absolutely refuse to listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, and some years, I won’t listen to it   before December.

Perchance my hatred of Christmas music before its time stems from my hatred of the fact that stores have already had their Christmas displays up for the last three weeks, just so the stores can make an extra billion dollars or so.

Or maybe it comes from the fact that, this year, there have been commercials advertising Christmas sales and movies since before Labor Day. (I’m looking at you, K-Mart.)

Or perhaps my hatred for Christmas music is due to my mom (love you, Mommy) forcing us to listen to it when we were in her car, from the moment it starts playing on the radio until Jan. 1, when it finally ends.

Now, let me explain that I like Christmas music … mostly.

I love any rendition of “O Holy Night,” and, it is guaranteed to make me get teary-eyed if I decide to become a world-famous singer and perform it in my car.

Glee’s version of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is on my top favorites list.

I also love Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” with a passion and can do a mean air-piano with my brosef.

But what I can’t handle is listening to the same. Exact. Songs. Over. And over. And over again.

It doesn’t help that every famous singer on the planet has come out with their own Christmas album that has the same songs that every other famous singer with their own Christmas album has.

I can’t even listen to any of the top-40 stations for longer than 20 minutes during the rest of the year because they play the same 10 songs on a repeated playlist all day.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you wait until the appropriate time, and if you have a decent variety in your playlist, I’ll gladly have a holiday jam session with you.

Until then, have a safe and happy Halloween on Saturday.