It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year!

Okay, so, the last few posts have been a little more on the serious side.
So, we’re going to take it down a notch or two.

There’s a two way tie for my favorite holiday between Christmas and Halloween.
Believe it or not, there’s several things both Holidays share (you know, other than the Roman Catholic Church imposing their feast days over Pagan Holidays to further subjugate people).
Both take place when temperatures are cooling down from the previous season.
There’s festive dress.
Visiting people’s houses in celebration.
Candy.
And the decorations, oh the decorations.

There is one major difference between the two holidays that appeals to me.
Now, don’t judge me.
You know you like it too.
What am I talking about?
Scaring Kids!!!!
Halloween is the one day a year that a grown man can not only get away with scaring the bejeezus out of a kid, but also be congratulated for doing it well.
How great is that?!?!

When I was a kid Halloween was truly magical.
They were little hordes of goblins, ghosts, princesses, witches, etc walking up and down every street.
We always went all out on our decorations.
My father had this scary mask he’d wear when answering the door.
And everybody had an amazing time.
As I became a teenager more and more stories about poisoned candy, apples with razors in them, and kidnapping vans were circulating.
And the number of kids patrolling the streets in costume dropped drastically.

However, in the past four or five years, the numbers have picked up.
And they seem to be getting stronger every year.
My brother and I went all out in the decorating, and, for all intents and purposes, our own little show.
He’d scare people inside the porch, and I’d scare them outside.
People loved it.
They stayed and watched other people, took pictures with us, shot videos, and brought more people back.
Each year another house on the block seemed to get in on the act.
The last Halloween before we all had to move was the best year.
You could hear the screams for blocks away.

This year I’m in a new neighborhood.
Money is tight.
But the neighborhood is full of kids.
And I can feel the spirit hanging in the trees and hiding in the shadows.
I’ll find a way to make it work.
Even if only because these kids deserve the same kind of memories that we have.
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