Merry Christmas, Ghoulies
For my Christmas post, I couldn't think of a more perfect picture than the one snapped by Spirit of Halloween. Poor little pumpkin. Probably thinks we've all forgotten him. Well I haven't.
He's like my own personal Tiny Tim.
Last night we had family over for dinner. My mother, on the brink of her sixties, still cares for a household of troubled teenage girls - two of which came with her last night. And while I was out of the room, one of them said as she was looking around "I was expecting more scary things in her house." They both seemed genuinely disappointed. I thought that was pretty funny.
Even funnier were the big smiles on their faces when I took them into my office where I have all my ghoulish goodies tucked away. As if the sight of glowing pumpkins, macabre figures and art, and a flickering skull candle made everything right in the world for them.
And that's how Halloween saved Christmas.
Merry Christmas, folks. Happy Holidays. Seasons greetings. Be kind to each other today.