Horror

"It's the eve of the eve, and all is ready," Brin said, gazing off into the distance (surprisingly satisfied). "Got your costume?" Eli answered, curious. "I shall dress as myself, as the goth kid I truly am, with a retail superstore employee name tag," Brin began, and Eli started laughing. "Oh, the emerging complexity!" Eli giggled. "And ... AND ...," Brin continued, "I shall be drowning in Christmas crap as if being murdered - with lights creeping up my legs, nutcrackers rappelling down my body using said lights to reach tender destinations unknown, wrapping paper stuffed into my mouth, and festive ribbon choking the life out of me. I call it: Christmas Is In The Stores Already." Eli whispered, "You've captured the very essence of horror," and began to clap.