I filed a column yesterday with Mt. X about the Halloween candy problem. It won’t run until next Monday, by which time, most intelligent people will have thrown out their leftover candy. After a week, we typically dump our reserves into the pantry candy jar and dole it out one piece at a time after dinner. Except, of course, adults are allowed access to the candy jar any time.
I’m supposed to be dieting, but those plastic pumpkins of forbidden goodies keep calling my fat cells, which seem to want more company (don’t they always?). My kids seem to like sorting and reorganizing their goodies almost more than eating them. My girl has built houses for her Calico Critters from multiple small boxes of Nerds.
So, here I am, focused on the after effects of Halloween: pumpkins rotting on the front porch, orange lights still hanging in the window, drawings of ghosts adorning the fridge.
But yesterday I realized that I need to get it together for the next holiday already. No, not Thanksgiving, but Christmas! Yes, city workers have already hung wreaths on downtown street lamps. The Biltmore Christmas tree went up on November 1. And I went to Fresh Market to grocery shop and about collapsed. The poinsettas aren’t available yet, but all the holiday gifts and goodies are already on display: Stollen breads, gingerbread cookies, stocking stuffer candies, even their Christmas Blend coffee.
Yowza. Now the holiday season lasts two months? Maybe I should just go ahead and put up my Christmas tree. Think I could baby it enough to last for two months?
