Breaking the spell, part 2.

Aside from the pleasure of embarrassing myself, it is with good reason that I mentioned my former crush in yesterday’s Breaking the Spell.  You see, something happened after I wrote The Christmas Tree Incident, Part 1-5… And I wasn’t sure that the world would understand.

(There is power in confession, you hear?  Power!)

I think that the obsession with candy canes has subsided into a strong appreciation.  Don’t get me wrong, I still favor candy canes to snowmen, Santa, gingerbread men, etc.  It’s just that… Well, I don’t think I’ll be given to panic attacks if a penguin happens to be dancing with the candy canes.  There is the strangest feeling to this unexpected Christmas theme freedom; I almost feel guilty for slipping into something slightly more… sane.  (Am I betraying my candy canes?)

Okay, so one of two things has happened here: Either 1) I have so much candy cane themed decor that even with a few extra characters, the candy cane theme remains dominant and therefore remains satisfying OR 2) I broke the spell.  The insanity got confessed, laughed over, cried over, aired for the world to mock… Then, POOF!  Upon getting out the Christmas bins last week, it wasn’t such a struggle to set out the various pieces that don’t fall into the strict candy cane themed regulations.

(What is the matter with me?  It sure is a good thing that Brian remains immune to all of this spell-breaking.)

So I mentioned this mature growth spurt to a friend last week.  She laughed and teased that she’d be getting me the exact opposite of candy cane themed Christmas trinkets now.  Too soon.  I warned her to take it slow and that I do still favor the candy cane.  She carried on, “But you’ve opened a door!”

Have I opened a door?  I don’t want it opened all the way.  Oh!  Maybe my door could be more like a bathroom stall door.  You know?  The kind that still shut, but let a little more light in from the top and the bottom?  Yes.  That’s exactly how I’ve matured: from a regular door to a bathroom stall door.  Join me in my graduation, won’t you?