My family conversed quietly from the next room as I poked my finger through the bottom of the ring box. I bent my finger over so it appeared to lie flat against the cotton batting, and squirted ketchup around the base. Then I tip-toed into the room and presented my unsuspecting family with my “gift.”
“Ewwwwww. It’s a bloody finger!” My sisters squealed and flailed, grimaced and gagged. Mom and Dad tried to act like they believed me. But I knew deep down they knew my bloody finger was a fake.
A couple decades have passed since I tried to pull off my finger charade that day. Since then, Halloween has risen to a consumer status second only to Christmas. Revelers everywhere are ramping up to reveal gooey and gory surprises by the light of the late October moon.
Occasionally, I pass a pretty pyramid of bulging pots of mums and I think, “Maybe this year I should decorate.”
A plastic skeleton dances to “Thriller” on a superstore shelf, and I consider bringing him home.
But I can’t . . . Click here to read the rest of this week’s ghoulish gab!
Amy, I feel as you do about all of this. I love Autumn decorations, such as pumpkins, cornicopias a wreath of colored leaves and twigs for the door and maybe a “happy” jack-o-lantern for the doorstep. But, the grotesque and the gory…..no thanks! Anytime, the retail market can increase their profits, they will take it and run over and above the limit.
I prefer to celebrate Autumn and Thanksgiving, instead,:-) I will bake a pumpkin pie to fill my home with memories and the scent of Autumn.
Mmmm, Cindy, I can almost smell that pumpkin pie now!
Because of your post this morning, I came home from my classes today and lit a pumpkin scented candle….since I haven’t had time to bake today.:-)