The last three months of the year showcase a trio of the best re-occurring animated specials ever produced.

I'm talking Peanuts here, people. Charlie Brown and his cohorts have been enriching our holidays since we were kids. If you cannot relate to the previous sentence, even in the smallest way, then you, my friend, are a communist.

All that is needed to turn me into teary child, wishing for my mommy and the smells of fall, is hearing the briefest of notes from a Vince Guaraldi tune.
Really, is there any music other than Peanuts jazz, which sums up the entire American childhood experience?

Maybe if terrorists, imperial storm troopers and other buttheads listened to Guaraldi growing up, they would not be so pissed off all the time. But I digress. ..... Often.

The Charlie Brown Halloween special teaches that persistence might not always pay off.

Linus and his great pumpkin crusade fails every year, but every year, he's out there in that pumpkin patch awaiting the arrival of the Great Pumpkin. If he had seen any “Pumpkinhead” movies, he probably would not be sitting out there. Because lest we forget:

“Bolted doors and windows barred,

Guard dogs prowling in the yard,

Won't protect you in your bed,

Nothing will, from Pumpkinhead.”

So, is Linus the short-buser of the group? No, that would be his litter brother, Rerun. Linus is ever the poignant optimist, who just happens to do one really dumb thing every Halloween.

As for Thanksgiving, I have to admit, “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” is the weakest of the three. Peppermint Patty and Marcie are the only reasons I keep watching. Many people claim Patty is a lesbian. But, come on, Patty has it going on for Charlie Brown. He's just too flummoxed with some redhead tart to notice.

Now Marcie, that chick is lesbian all the way. Way hot for Patty, with that whole assistant thing. One look at Marcie, and you can tell: S&M, bondage, leather fun and games. I'm getting all worked up just thinking about it. It is derailing this whole column.

On to “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” This one always gets me running for the Kleenex. From the music and story to Linus' corny little speech at the end (taken from Gospel, of course), it all adds up to the best Christmas cartoon ever.

Plus there is that nifty little dance they do, which I still contend that because of said dance, the Peanuts gang was the first group of rave kids.
Anyway, from ages 5 until 18 made my parents stick with the same 3-foot plastic Christmas tree because of “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” And I still use it in my own house.