I walked in the local superstore this weekend, terrifying as that maybe on any normal day, but on this day I walked in on a shocking act. Right there in the middle of the store, in the front door way no less. . . Putting up a Christmas tree. Next to the 50% off Halloween things. You know Halloween that we just had two days ago. I was completely unaware of the war going on between these two huge groups. The Halloween treats and spooky things lurking on the shelves waiting to grab you as you wonder by. Plastic bones reaching out at you. But now perhaps I understand their previously misjudged enthusiasm. It is not quiet desperation. Hurry Hurry and take us home, They are coming. . . They lure us to them with bags of candy. . . and upon arrival, it is already too late.
Carnage. The poor reaper and super zombie lay battle ridden, dead on the floor and standing over them, the boxes of brightly colored wrapping paper and bows. Gleaming in their new packaging. Victorious. Seeing this I must quickly look away, almost too much to handle. But ducking around the next aisle does me no good. Giant green and red displays have made their presence known. Shock and amazement rattle me. . . not even two full months till Christmas, and the little singing animals sway back and forth chattering their glee. *sigh* I gather what I came for, cast one more pitiful look at the bones and double bladed plastic battle armor and slink home to start sketching out my Christmas list. . .
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