We’re a month into fall now, and it’s been fabulous so far. I love the fall. From the first of September I start celebrating spooky season. My Halloween clothes come out. I start decorating. I start eating candy… well, that never really stops. The joy that spooky season brings to people brings joy to me. I love seeing everyone’s decor and costumes. Though, I do get pissed at those people who poo-poo on others for wanting to skip to Christmas. Everyone should be able to celebrate what they want when they want without others shitting all over their fun.
Which brings me to November 1. Halloween goes away and Christmas comes out. I love Christmas. I love buying gifts for others, though not as big a fan of wrapping them. I love decorating. I enjoy bringing out all the decorations that I’ve bought over the years, as well as digging out the decorations from my mom and grandma, and in some cases my great grandma. I love the generations that can be celebrated. And this chubby little chick loves the food. I don’t usually start the baking till late December, but we make fudge and cookies and chocolate pie and anything else I can think of to make.
I love Halloween movies and I love Christmas movies, and for this reason I really enjoy the Nightmare Before Christmas. You get the best of both worlds. Also, for the record, to me Die Hard is a Christmas movie. This year I even bought a Die Hard advent calendar where each day a wee Hans Gruber falls a little further down Nakatomi Plaza. I won’t argue with those who don’t agree with me as long as they don’t try to take away my fun. Then we have a problem. Either I’ll be angry or more likely my feelings will be hurt.
Once again, this blog post has rambled through my brain and is now on the computer for eternity, as nothing disappears on the internet. Talk soon.