Halloween looms although the stores started putting displays up right after Easter. Still think it’s a dentist conspiracy. And why do people get so uptight about witches and goblins? And what does the Easter bunny have do with anything? People forget the purpose of holidays and like sheep are turned into marketing fodder. Buy candy and gifts, gun powder and turkeys, flowers, cards and party hats. Tradition is good, but we have lost an innocence of simple trick or treating, sitting on Santa’s lap, the birth of our country that proclaims peace, but has been in some kind of war most of my life and celebrates by blowing up neighborhoods every Independence day.
As for Halloween, I am a victim of sweets. The treats intended for the kids get gobbled before the 31st and last minute replacements must be purchased. We used to get a couple hundred costumed revelers filling their buckets and pillow cases. Families in the area matured just like mine and volume faded. Last year, there was a resurgence of costumes at the door. Protective parents often escort their kids now. It wasn’t like that when I was young. It was a night to frolic the streets freely. My sack was so full it’s a miracle I still have a tooth. Around here the doorbell rings for a couple hours irritating the dog each time and then there is silence.
My kids used to love carving pumpkins and putting on costumes. Without fail, they were sick each and every Halloween, but they braved the elements and did their rounds. When they got back to the house, they sat on the living room floor trading candy after their big night out. Older now, they have lost the enthusiasm they once had.
Must have been twenty years ago since I’ve been to a Halloween party. I went as a dickhead. My friend did too. He wore a hard hat with various pictures of Richards. Mine was made of a woman’s nylon filled with batting, sewn on one end just so with blue Sharpie veins and worn on my skull. It was a good two feet tall and I had to duck through doorways. Of course, I won best costume that year.
The point is holidays are supposed to be fun. We get all grown up and forget what it was like to be young. Let’s allow the little ones to collect some magic memories. Your dentist will scold you to your face and smile privately in the office counting your money.