I’ve written it before, and I’m writing it again. I’m not a fan of Halloween. (In fact, here’s a link to a blog post I wrote a few years ago in case you missed it then. http://wendykennar.blogspot.com/2012/11/contrary-costumes.html And here’s a link to a post I wrote on Divine Caroline a few years ago. http://www.divinecaroline.com/life-etc/culture-causes/tricky-treats)
In our family, we celebrate Halloween in a minimalist type of fashion. We’ve got some decorations up (mostly things my son has made at school during previous years). We’ve got treats to pass out to random children who will ring our doorbell Saturday night. My son’s got his costume ready to go. (This year, he’ll be dressing as Michael Jackson!) And we’ll take him trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, only ringing the doorbells of people we actually know. But other than that, it’s just another day for us. A day I’m not particularly looking forward to.
Because there’s this whole other side of Halloween that I don’t understand. This gruesome side that, frankly, I could do without. For instance, how do you explain the families who decorate their homes with fake blood and artificial limbs hanging from trees? The house across the street from us has covered their front window. So when we look over we see what is supposed to be shadows, red blood, and the words “help.” In contrast, when they look over at our house, they see a sparkly jack-o-lantern on our front door.
The saving grace is that my son’s elementary school doesn’t celebrate Halloween so there’s no school-wide parade (like there was when I was teaching) and no in-class celebration. Instead, they’re going on a field trip on Friday (which is a whole other blog post).