I love Christmas. I love Christmas just as much as I love Halloween - although for very different reasons. Now there are those who adhere to strict rules about holiday decorating: the segregationists. When Halloween is over, it's over. The orange and black decorations immediately come down to be replaced soon after by the red and green of Christmas. Pumpkins and witches and their ilk will not be seen, nor heard, nor spoken of until the leaves begin to fall again months into the future.
I, however, do not adhere to this belief. No, nothing makes me happier than when my two favourite holidays collide and co-exist in the same space and time, as is happening right now on the branches of my Christmas tree. These three - the witch, the owl and the dapper little pumpkinhead - returned home with me from my last October excursions to Salem. It was difficult to select just three of them from the crowd, but sufficient funds were necessary for the journey back home. I think these three look very much at home on the branches, not at all self-conscious about being outnumbered by reindeer and snowmen. And, in keeping with this season of goodwill, the snowmen, reindeer and assorted santas have been generous and welcoming, providing the new arrivals with a warm home amongst the ribbon and glowing lights. Yes, even the venerable Christmas Chicken, who sits atop the tree, seems to be smiling down kindly. Proof that two wonderful holidays can indeed come together in the spirit of celebration. True, pumpkinhead appears to be missing a few teeth, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about . . .
'Tis the season.
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