I think it's definitely that time of year, now. It's getting colder, the days are getting shorter, and there is definitely snow on the ground on places not that far from me. Most importantly, however, the shopping mall is decorated - including a large red throne - and there is music on the radio. Yes, boys and girls, it must be Christmastime.
When did this start? I have a date: October 31. It was the evening of October 31 when we as a people successfully defending ourselves against the invasion of ghosts and ghoulies and all other manner of things that go bump in the night that we, again as a people, began to celebrate Christmas. Scattered within showings of Nosferatu and whichever Ghost Marauders show was on tv that night was the definite signs of Christmas commercials. Yes, boys and girls, it must be Christmastime.
I'm not sure about anyone else, but I'm not quite ready for it yet. Sure, there might be snow on the ground for some (and I may or may not be pointing and laughing in your general direction), but I still want the opportunity to jump in some more leaf piles, enjoy the nutty smell of autumn in the air and, frankly, still enjoy the skeletons that I have yet to put back into my closet.
So to Christmas I put up a hand and say Not Yet, Friend! If you must make your presence known, do so with the understanding that it shall be with my beloved autumn and skeletons yet. So I present to you my offering: I Wish You a Scary Christmas!
And I shall decorate, in the way I know best.
And I shall read you stories by the fireplace, entitled, "Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer," and "Frosty the No-man; he's a Ghoul."
So I accept your early arrival, as long as you accept the late departure of my Halloween.
And I heard him exclaim, as he slithered into sight,
A Scary Christmas to all,
And you best not sleep tonight.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahahhahahahahahaha!
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