Small Packages--Inaugural Post!

If you've even glanced at my blog the last few weeks, you're probably sick of hearing about my Small Packages blogfest.  Well, good news: Today is post day! 

I want to sincerely thank everyone taking part and everyone that has helped promote the blogfest in one way or another. 

I'm glad to anounce that we actually went above and beyond my hopes for this first go 'round by having 13 participants!  I really encourage you to check out all of their posts. 

Don't forget, if you are a participant make sure you do the following:

1. Link back to this post so that everyone knows who's taking part.
2. Follow at least one new blogger.
3. Comment on at least three blogs.

Thanks again!

I'm sure that you're tired of my blabbing by now and want me to get on to the Halloween-y good fun.

For this month's post, I got a little nostalgic.  The Husband and I had been reminiscing about when TV actually had holiday themed shows.  You know, back before the three month holiday hiatus and we all got to cynical to have a straight-forward Valentine's day show.

So, for my post I wanted to write about my favorite Halloween special of all time.

Yes, I am that sappy.  Just like the fact that it's not Christmas until I see little Linus up on that stage, it's not Halloween until Charlie Brown gets his rock and Snoopy daydreams of the Flying Ace. 

I think one of the reasons I love the special so much is because it represents a missing part of my childhood.  I never got to go trick or treating, or visit a pumpkin patch, or have a dancing dog. 

My prime trick-or-treating years were spent in the middle of nowhere in North East Texas.  I did have a neighbors close by, but they were all old, and I don't think they believed in celebrating Halloween.  But other than the neighbors down the road, you'd have to drive ten minutes to get into town where there were actual neighborhoods.

This was all before the popularity of church "Fall Festivals," so I didn't have that as an outlet either.  (But I was one of only a handful of kids at my church anyway). So every year, I'd watch Charlie Brown get another rock but still keep trying. See wise beyond his years Linus struggle with faith and belief.  And witness the power of Snoopy's imagination.

I think my memories of being on the couch with a bag of candy all my own and the warmth of Charlie Brown isn't that bad a trade-off after all.