Whenever I go into any sort of retail store, but specifically drug stores, I feel like I've been shifted forward in time by a few weeks. In September, I'm accosted by leering skulls and flashing eyed reapers, Styrofoam headstones and Bacchanalian heaps of candy. In mid-October, reindeer start making their appearance right next to the black plastic cauldrons and motion activated lights that moan when you pass. The reindeer are joined by wrappings and trappings, by Santas and Snowmen, ornaments and tinsel, and everything turns red and green. I feel sorry for Thanksgiving which might get a few feet of shelf space for some autumn-hued napkins and a scarecrow or two. I feel the same way, but can I have some King Cake now?