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A quick look into our Halloween box sent me scurrying to Fred Meyer Saturday night. I’m not sure why, but I thought there was more. Just like I thought there would be more at the store. I’m an optimist.

But there wasn’t more; in the box or otherwise. And a quick plug-in of my two strands of purple lights suggested that I was actually down supplies from last year; one lit up, glimmered a few grape soda moments, and promptly died. Harbinger of my evening. The Halloween aisles of Fred Meyer brought no relief. I spent an hour stalking the aisles, in futile hope that somehow I had mistakenly overlooked the obvious. I know beggars can’t be choosers, yada yada yada, but even I have some self respect. And a giant Donna the Dead just wasn’t working for me. No, what I wanted, what I needed was a strand of purple lights; what I got was bupkis. But you knew that already.

I stewed a few moments, pushing my cart through the aisles,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
An answer to my purple shortage, remarkably clear!
Not exactly grape soda to light up my night,
Red, green and white—I squealed in delight!
I know what I’ll do, it’s really a cinch,
I’ll swap a few bulbs, Christmas lights do in a pinch.
While Christmas in October makes most want to wince;
The wisdom of merchandizing I’ve come to know since.
I can hear what you’re thinking, you’re still quite the skeptic,
But early I’ll shop to avoid an ulcer most peptic.

And that’s what I did.
It’s still a work in progress,
But I remain,
Yours truly, undaunted.

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