Call me a Halloween Scrooge, but I see this as a holiday primarily for children. Okay, okay, I know about the Mexican tradition of the “Day of the Dead,” and I think that’s pretty cool, but that’s November 2 and it doesn’t involve trick or treating (though we did go to a Day of the Dead themed party Saturday). I was talking with my mom today, and we don’t remember Halloween being that big of a deal when I was a kid. This might be a bit of a fiction, but we recalled throwing together costumes that day and going out for some candy and that was that.
And I think it’s gotten worse now that Halloween is part of the “holiday season,” at least according to the malls and department stores. The Halloween stuff in Target is set up right next to the Christmas stuff, as if it were one continous shopping orgy.
We live in a neighborhood that gets a lot of trick or treaters. That’s fine, though there are too many folks not close to costumed and far too old to be asking a fellow grown-up for candy. This year, we were especially busy. I bought about $20 worth of candy (maybe more), and we ran out after just over an hour.
Anyway, as I write this, Will and Annette are still out there, the eager trick and treaters that they both are (though Annette doesn’t collect candy). Here’s a picture of our little knight:
For my “costume,” I wore an orange t-shirt that said “This IS my costume.” Boo-humbug…