I am fortunate enough not to have too many neighbors as to have to contend with those headache-inducing flashing LED lights or blow-up decorations. Yes, well, ugly sweaters are unfortunate eventualities of the season. I have one that was what I sincerely hope was a gag gift, but I have since buried to so far into the back of my closet as not to warrant it a second thought.
Yes, I do believe that is the perfect age. I do not mind making sweets and candies for the little angels if it makes them happy. Of course, I do not have to deal with fallout from the sugar rush. So I do have the best of both worlds.
It is a marvelous wonder. A feast for the eyes, the soul, and the stomach. I shall not speak any more of it or I fear I will grow homesick.