The Dramatic Hollywood Rabbit

420 = Criminals. Halloween is not a universal holiday.  I actually, looked up facts and while forms of it are celebrated in several countries, specifically, Ireland, Scotland, and England, Canada, and Mexico, Halloween American style can be a bit over the top.   As a child my parents didn’t always purchase costumes for my sisters and I.  While as a child I may have begged for a princess costume or whichever happened to be the number one that year, when it came to wearing them, it was hell.  The robe or dress, never quite fit when worn over sweaters that I needed to wear in the cold October air.  The molded plastic masks were torture, the elastic band either too loose or to tight, leaving marks on the face or worse snapping as you tried to tighten it.  Then if you could get the elastic right breathing became difficult as the nose holes never seemed to be near an actual nostril and your peripheral visions was nearly zero.  Many years we would scroun...

She put the boxes on the far end of the table, several large clear plastic ones and an old cardboard one that once held a sound system for a long obsolete desktop computer.  The table was littered with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and materials. She opened the Sound Blaster box first and slowly removed the little boxes inside.   She took the paper towel and wiped the dust off the ornament and placed it in the Hallmark box it originally came in.  As she slid it in the box, her mind slid into the past.   Hubby is a Jain, before he began dating her, he really hadn’t celebrated Christmas before.  In the dating years they might get a live tree and decorate it.  She couldn’t remember those trees, but the Christmas after their wedding they waited for the after Christmas sales.  They went to the artificial tree store in the mall and found the perfect tree.  Not too tall, but taller than them, not skinny, just full enough to spill into the room around i...

  Brooks dropped the multitude of bags in his hands to the floor, took a deep breath in relief and looked around his home.  To the left was the living room, the only room on the ground floor that was pristine or in his head, cold.  It was a formal room in shades of white and royal blue with touches of gold that the interior decorator had talked his wife Carolyn into.  After he had seen what he had done to the living room Brooks had fired the interior decorator.  Carolyn wanted to keep the “drawing room” as it was designed for when they had “company”.  In the 5 years since it had been designed it had been used 3 times, each of those were for business purposes.       To the right was the “great room” this is where his family and friends gathered.  One wall was covered with a 94” flat screen TV, all of the furniture was big, soft and comfortable in colors that hid spills and stains.   This was the room he and his friends came...