Post-election night USA. All is quiet. Everyone is spent from celebrating (or drowning their sorrows) and the Obama girls are playing with their new puppy I believe. But in order that I do not vomit my political vitriol across the page at whomever is unlucky enough to have stumbled across this blog, I have decided that I shall talk some more on the magic of Halloween.
Now I know how un-traditional and very against the rules that is. Once a holiday is over here in the USA, it is sharply packed up, every bauble and bob neatly packaged and stashed away until it is time to be unwrapped and displayed again next year. Not being completely American however, I feel that I might have some lee-way here.
My extended thoughts on the holiday can be blamed really on a discarded bauble I tripped over when walking the dog this morning. Sodden, deformed and horribly forgotten among the fall leaves was a black witches' hat that looked so dejected the dog just had to pee on it. Now I understand why the 'holiday spirit' is packed away with such fervor. One has to preserve the magic.
I shall never forget my first Halloween here in the USA. For someone who sees the magical in all things on a day to day basis, my world simply exploded. It was as if I were attending the Zoo in Wonderland. Miniature lions crossing the road, tiny ladybugs skipping down the sidewalk, roly-poly pandas and a band of other fantastic creatures frolicking around the neighborhood. What could make an evening more perfect - well CANDY of course!!