I loved the muppets as a kid. Horror media ruined it for me, partially. I hate bringing up the initials of this thing, so it'll not be mentioned by me. But let it be said: horror media loves pretending to be innocent kids content. They're deceptive bastards who ruin my life. They ruin things for me, and make me terrified of everything. I hate it. I hate it so, so much. Why must you ruin innocence and charm for me!? You bastards!
But there is still one exception to my fear. The Muppet Christmas Carol is still safe. Paul Williams and his lyrical genius are probably what keeps me running back there. Also, I just love A Christmas Carol. I've never read the book, but I so badly want to. If I could find a good copy of A Christmas Carol somewhere, I would devour that book with great eagerness. I love Christmas and the feelings of goodwill to all. It brightens my day significantly. Who doesn't love Christmas feelings? Maybe the holiday is an overly commerical thing. But it still brings me joy. I love it.
PS: I don't want this to seem like a callout post or something, but @wxth3r1ngflxw3r...this is why I never followed you back. You seem really nice, and it's nice seeing you tagging me or engaging with me. But this thing which scares me so...you seem to like it. So we have irreconcilable fandom differences. Like how my mom used to adore horror movies, while they always gave me nightmares. No offense to you. Again, I do like when you tag me or reblog stuff from me. It makes me feel noticed and appreciated.
