Happy Halloween! I love this holiday for so many reasons, which is why I have orange lights in the tree outside my front door and pumpkins on my porch, even though I haven’t had children living at home to trick-or-treat in years.
What I do have is nearly 100 trick-or-treaters from the neighborhood and some beyond. I eagerly answer the door every year to see what are the popular costumes of the day. This year I am expecting a lot of Frozen princesses, both Anna and Elsa. As you can imagine, I am hoping for at least one Cinderella. The boys will probably steer towards the Avengers or other superheroes, although there is a new Star Wars movie coming out so there may be a few Jedi in the mix. As the evening wears on and the crowd grows older, I expect the classic zombie cheerleaders and football players and the ever-popular Scream mask.
I create candy bags for all my trick-or-treaters so that I don’t have frenzied arguing over my candy bowl. Each bag has four treats in it, and they are all made with love for the simple joys of childhood. Yes, I know all that candy will rot their teeth, but I’m counting on their parents to control its distribution. I always allowed mine free-rein on Halloween night, then portioned it out all the rest of the days until we got the new influx at Christmas.
Some people feel that this is a bogus holiday, but I feel just the opposite. It is a wonderful time-honored ritual, a celebration dating to hundreds of years ago. If it has morphed from religious observation to a costumed free-for-all, so be it. Everybody should have the right to assume an alternate identity at least once a year, and some days should be filled with candy. That’s the way I see it.