Argh. In theory, I don't have any problem with Halloween. Heck, I'm all for the integration of pagen rituals into this increasingly fundamentalist society. It's the execution that I struggle with. As I sit here typing this, all I can hear is kids screaming their bloody heads off running all over the place, ringing the doorbell more times than is necessary. I like the nice, well-behaved kids who walk up to doors, say "Trick or Treat" (please, at least pretend people!), and then say "Thank you." I'm also very discriminating with the candy. Good costumes, good manners, and parents close by get more candy than sullen teenagers in "hobo" clothes or out of control kids screaming, pushing, and running everywhere. You might say I'm a bit of a Candy Nazi when it comes to door duty. Which explains, of course, why I'm so willing to hand over the duty to others.
Another thing. When I was a kid, someone in our group usually knew someone at the house - or they knew our parents. What I'm trying to say is that there was at least some sense of neighborhood connection (well, until I turned into one of those punk adolescents). I don't know any of the parents of any of these kids at all.
Agh! I'm getting so old! Get off my lawn. Damn kids don't know how easy they have it these days. When I was a kid we had to walk uphill to Trick or Treat in 3 feet of snow and got apples and pennies and were happy for it!
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