Charlie In The Trees!
Were it up to Mrs. Spookyblue, the orange lights, pumpkins, and bats would live the entire year in our front yard and hanging from the rafters. Now, Halloween never really leaves our house, but there comes a time, even on my clock, when I’m ready to turn down the volume on the pumpkin carols. Eat enough lobster and it tastes like soap. That’s the saying, anyway. I wouldn’t eat sea spider for less than $900 cash, in hand, and I only have to take one bite. And if it’s looking up at me then all bets are off. But I still get to keep the cash.
So, once a year, after one of the two major outdoor decorating holidays, there is a stretch of time when a certain battle of wills quietly rages. On one side, a late night shadow moves clandestinely between the yard and the garage, softly crunching dried leaves, intent on thievery. Come sunrise, the other side may or may not notice the slightly reduced zombie population. Or that marginally fewer lights adorn the bushes.
But usually the other side does notice. In fact, the other side usually doesn’t miss a thing. Ever. And if it had actually witnessed the previous night’s pilfering, well … “Perimeter encroachment! Charlie in the trees! Suppression fire on my 12 now!”
Last night I was on such a covert ops mission. It was easily 20 degrees, and I had once again forgotten my gloves. Shivering in the deceivingly warm glow of the last of the Halloween decorations, I spied my objective from behind a huge, glittering, mostly frozen, pile of leaves. The target was the final giant Jack-o-lantern, three strings of lights, and a sad corpse floating in a cauldron of rainwater.
There was no way that I was going to gradually and quietly put these guys away without suffering through perdition, so I didn’t even try. Instead, I had spent the previous hour huddled in front of the electric heater in the garage assembling one of those lighted Christmas mooses. Moosen? Moose. He is splendid.
It was a simple plan. Replace the last of Halloween with the first of Christmas. A risky gambit, but with Thanksgiving just over a week away, my options were limited.
Whether one sees in the moose a bribe or simple gift of affection, this morning I got a big kiss instead of a can of beans to the head. I’ll take that as evidence that a new tradition is born.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Some new gallery updates have arrived …
Halloween Hall
Spooky Hollow – Friendly, Happy
Alternate title for “Charlie in the trees!”:
Got a moose! Got a moose! Will you do the Fandango?