I thought he was going to talk about Christmas . . . I was looking for my stake of holly; as in the line from Scrooge: "should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart".
Thanks goodness he was only referring to the joyous season of fall. Speaking of which, I felt a bit of a chill in the air on my way to the car this morning . . . must have been in the 70's. Brrrrrrrr.