Each holiday comes with it’s own brand of unpleasantness and
disappointment. New Year’s Eve offers forced joviality along with the
prospect of being French kissed by a blowzy stranger with Cold Duck on
her breath. Christmas means spending lots of thought and money on
presents for people who already have way too much stuff and enduring
long hours with folks you’d never spend five minutes with if you didn’t
share a smidge of DNA.
However, most holidays also have an
upside. Thanksgiving often brings out the charitable side of people
who donate to food drives and volunteer too serve dinner to those in
need. Easter signals the final days of winter and sometimes the final
round of the Masters.
Then, there’s Halloween, the holiday, with no redeeming features. For starters, it’s not even a proper “holiday” because nobody gets to miss school or work.
Who doesn't buy extra Halloween candy? I don't believe you if you don't...ha-ha. We live in the country now and I will not even get trick-or-treaters this year.
That will not stop me from buying hoards of Halloween candy. Especially
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and Take 5 bars. Somehow it doesn't seem as
sinful when purchasing miniature size bars.
When my brother and I were 4 1/2 we were taken to see a movie called X-76 Bloodrust. I can’t find a single living soul who has ever heard of this movie. Not even John Landis. What I gleaned about the plot, which was observed through a space between two fingers covering my eyes, was that this undulating creature (that looked like vomit, by the way) was created in a Sparkletts bottle, and if it touched you, you would die. I think it might have been the poorer cousin of The Blob.
My husband and I are not fans of Halloween. I hate dressing up - clearly I lack a sense of whimsy and the need to pretend to be something I am not. Or maybe I'm just content with who I am. You can be the judge. His birthday is three days before and his childhood parties were always black and orange-themed and required a costume. You'd think all the free candy would balance the drag of dressing up, but as the years went by his hatred only grew. Since we don’t have children avoiding this holiday is pretty simple…just turn the lights off and stay away from the front door.