It all begins in October when stores put out their Halloween decorations and costumes. We were pretty lucky this year, seeing as the incredible Halloween pop-up store, Spirit of Halloween was put up in Wadsworth, in the Target area. Complete with the animated statues and overpriced costumes (they’re really high-quality, though), it was festive and extremely so. Fast forward through a month of skeletons and not-funny jokes about vampires later, and downtown Wadsworth has “Scare on the Square”, the event that is basically trick-or-treating in the square, but there was the annual Thriller dance. Pause this for a moment, and let’s talk about that Thriller dance. I remember, during the first-ever Thriller dance, there was no warning. It was literally a flashmob in the middle of the square. It was somewhat terrifying, yes, but also amazing! Then, it started to move down the road as more and more people got involved in it, but I stand by the statement that the first Thriller dance was the best one. Regardless, it was just a stumble down the stairs as the rest of October passed by. Personally, I didn’t go trick-or-treating this year in Wadsworth, seeing as that would be night three in one week of being out in the cold and wet for at least an hour.
After Halloween is the first of November, and with it goes Halloween costumes and accessories. It’s around this time of year, in early November, when classes are definitely in that mellow period of time when everybody bears everybody, if not October. It’s around this time that people completely ignore Thanksgiving and begin decorating for Christmas. It’s a real shame because I just want some goofy-looking turkeys to hang up on my door, and I have to drive out all the way to Hobby Lobby in Fairlawn to even have a chance at finding one. Even then, I might not find it because Hobby Lobby is cluttered like your attic that you haven’t cleaned out in years. Remember how I mentioned that I didn’t go trick-or-treating this year? I spent that time decorating for Christmas. Not at home, obviously; I was out. I feel like November is one of the most underrated months of the year (mainly because I can’t think of any fun things about it off the top of my head) and it really shouldn’t. When it comes to the appreciation of November, I am extremely biased, I will admit. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving because of the unity it brings with it, as well as the fact that my favorite season is fall. Therefore, November has always been a happy month for me. It’s always been pleasant.
Then comes December. Then comes the overload of peppermint mochas, Christmas carols, and happiness. For whatever reason, when I was writing those three things down, spiced cranberry juice came into my head. Like, spiced apple cider, but cranberry juice. Regardless, December is another month I have good connections with. There’s just... something in the air during December that makes everything seem... better. It could be the snowflakes, quiet and floating around, or it could be the positive attitudes. Or it could just be how everyone is excited for Christmas break, and that just raises morale. I love snow, personally. I love when it comes down in those big snowflakes that allow you to watch it stick to the ground, ever so slowly and timid, and it just rests on your clothes and hair. It doesn’t melt on your clothes or in your hair until you go inside, it just gathers. I can recall, one Christmas Eve that was snowing those big snowflakes, grabbing my shovel and beginning to shovel up and down my hill. Nothing provoked the action - my parents didn’t ask me to - I just wanted to shovel it. I vaguely remember telling my mother later that I did it because it was Christmas Eve, and some people might be trying to get home to their families. I had just wanted to make it easier for them to get there, seeing as I lived at the bottom of a really icy hill. I remember that my efforts were not in vain: as I was shoveling, a man walked past me and said, “Thank you.” Once I returned home from this adventure, I vaguely remember making myself a cocoa and watching The Nightmare Before Christmas before going to bed. Speaking of going to bed, every Christmas, up until last year, my siblings and I (my older brother and sister) would sleep in the same room together. Different beds, of course, but we just spent the night in each other’s rooms. Sleeping in my brother’s room was difficult for my sister and me, considering that he has no carpeting on his floors. It’s easier to sleep in the room my sister and I share because we have carpeting and zero ventilation so it’s a nice temperature. I can’t be the only one with that strange tradition? Regardless, we stopped doing it last year because it was the year we went in my brother’s room and my sister was like, “I want to sleep this year, so no.” Truth be told, I was able to agree with her.
Fast forward a whopping week (six days, but whatever), and it’s New Years! Honestly, I really don’t have anything to say about the New Year holiday, other than the fact that it exists and it’s fun. Really, it’s just a holiday spent having a small celebration. I remember one year, my brother and sister each respectively went to a party and I stayed home with my mom and dad because I was a young’n. Ten, I think I was. Another year, I went to my neighbor’s house and champagne was spilled on my laptop (essentially, my laptop was closed and on a countertop, and everyone entered the living room, so someone opened a champagne bottle at midnight and it spilled on my closed laptop). Last year, I went to a party and nearly missed the ball drop due to the live stream buffering.
That’s my take on the Holiday Season, as well as my personal connections with it.