All through the air, there is the smell of pumpkin spiced lattes and Christmas lattes alike, and the sight of left over Halloween decorations next to the glitz and glamour of the Christmas trees and baubles,
Unique feelings of limbo run through you, not spooky enough for Halloween, not bright and festive enough for Christmas,
Televisions are bombarded with adverts about buying your loved one the best Christmas present, or anthropomorphic carrots, despite the fact that adverts about ghosts and vampires graced the screens mere weeks before,
Uncomfortable amounts of Christmas things fill your senses, "you must prepare for Christmas now", said the capitalist, even though it wasn't even halfway through November
Money is the cause of it all, the reason why Christmas is all around us so early, the corporations and businesses would do it all year if it meant they would be economically on top,
Not for me, I think, I wont buy into their plans, sure its harmless to buy people gifts, but I like to give people things made by my hands, I like to take time to think and not to stress, its the season of joy, don't worry if its not the best
