Some very ill-informed may tell you: hold up, holiday season
doesn't start until Thanksgiving! Calm
yourself! But these horrible wet
blankets would be leaving out festivities that predate all other upcoming
celebrations by a millennia or two. I'm
talking about Halloween, and it's the reason for the season.
Granted, it's a bit less fluffy than Christmas. For on the days surrounding October 31,
anything coming down the chimney will more or less be met with a machete. While it does not attract throngs of family
and/or loved ones, it does deliver throngs of strangers in costume to your
door, begging for candy.
Gone are the feasts, gone are the bells of the Salvation
Army, gone is the heavy-handed solemnity accompanying the holiday, replacing any
fun with guilt... There are no haunted house hayrides at Christmas. Thanksgiving gives you pie, but little to no
chance of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
I'll stab my eyes out with a butcher knife if I see It's A Wonderful Life one more time, but I've seen every Friday the 13th at least eight
times. Leaves are turning and that's
magic.
But there is one aspect of the later holidays that reigns
superior: the presents. For those of us
that