When I was a little boy in the winter often my friends and I went to movies. Mostly it was the Lyric where you would get a cartoon, serial, and double feature for 14 cents. But then there was the walk home. I veered a block out of my way not to pass the Funeral Home. (After seeing "The House of Wax" it was a four blocks out of my way not to go anywhere near where dead people were.)
With my friends it was a chatty walk probably to a sleep over. When alone and during the Christmas season I loved to look in windows (from afar, mind you) and see halls decked with holly, mistletoe, garland and tree...