Holly jolly October

I know it's sick. I know it's horrible of me. I know I should be dragged out to the street and forced to apologize to the world for admitting it:

But I love, love, love that holiday items are out already, and it's not even Halloween. Call it commercialism gone wild. Go ahead. Do it. Call it a marketing department's ploy to get me to buy. You're right. I buy.

I buy stockings, lights, shiny ornaments and foot-tall trees. I buy blown ornaments, little "Rudolph" figurines and holiday movies from the dollar bins. I buy tree skirts, holiday CDs, and scarves, hats and gloves.

It's a bit crazy, but this usually cheap, frugal woman can't help it. And I'm not one of the people who get tired of the holidays by January. No, that's usually when the depression sets in.

Not because it's all over ... But because everything I bought has to fit back in that closet upstairs. So ... heavy. Can't ... go ... on.

Sigh.

But for now, dang. How festive is my living room going to be when I've got all this set up? That's what I'm talkin' about.