It’s the morning after the fright before…
You know that feeling, the “oh boy, what just happened, and why don’t I remember it…feeling.”
Come on, you feel it too.
When the rotting orange orbs crouching on the front steps start to slide down into a puddle of slime, the last of the leaves have left the trees in a gasp of brightly colored, quivering protest.
Most of the good Halloween candy has long been eaten, and what else is there for us to look forward to?
It feels like November.
It’s the beginning of the time just after Halloweeney, and before anything else exciting happens around here, such as Christmas.
Shockingly it is November, just a few days in, and the hangover has started. There is nothing sadder then driving around your neighbourhood seeing gloomy, sodden Halloween decorations still draped over bushes, puking their candy guts out days after the event, along with rotting pumpkins begging to be put out of their misery.
We’re in deep denial of winter approaching, in dire need of more exercise, along with a November holiday to celebrate. I know that the U.S. has thanksgiving to look forward to, but for us Canadians, the memory of turkey, and pumpkin pie is wobbling on our thighs.
This gloomy, the time changed and now we are a hour early to everything, or is that late, because no one can figure out which clocks have been changed, and which ones we forgot, world that we are inhabiting right now.
We marvel at the trees so bare, ignoring the bright mounds of leaves underneath, querying where is the sun, and why is it raining so much.
We could use a real celebration.
Let’s call it National hangover week, in fact let’s celebrate all month.
National hangover month…the month that just won’t end, just like a bad hangover.
We can all band together, and get our exercise by roving the neighbourhoods scrapping up putrid pumpkins with our soon to be busy snow shovels, tear down old brittle plastic ghosts, watch for witches, and slowly help each other to get over the change of seasonal blues… or is that oranges? Think of the endorphins we will create, because there is nothing sadder then Halloween decorations left out past the season, and we need to get moving, people there is a lot of work to be done.
Bring on National Hangover month, because gone is the brilliant glow of trees trying to vanquish the cold. Brown, and bare is the new orange around here.
Stores full of false Christmas, shiny and bright, one day it’s Halloween, the next the oranges and russets cleared out at 70% off, to be hastily replaced by overnight crews tasked with decorating every inch with green, and red baubles.
Glitz, and glamour for a season’s start that is over a month away.
No wonder we feel a need to celebrate something, anything, yes National Hangover month..whether it be from the gloom, the bad candy sugar low, the too early Christmas decorations, or the over stuffed thanksgiving turkey that you ate, let’s celebrate.
Now raise your slimy pumpkin high, and waggle your skeletons hand if you agree.
National hangover month is about to begin.
Are you in?