It’s the morning of October 31st. The air is crisp and cool (by Arizona standards). In a few hours, the sun will be setting, my absurdly decorated house will light up orange and green, and children will start to brave the walk up to our doorstep to sing “trick or treat” and reap the spoils of their ritual. This, as the song goes, is Halloween.
I know how ridiculous it is for someone my age to be so into a holiday meant for kids. Once the trick or treaters have all headed home, and the pumpkin beers are gone, and I’ve blown out the candles in the jack o’ lanterns, and November 1st arrives, all this stuff: the orange lights, the plastic skeletons, the cotton cobwebs, the pumpkins and bats and gravestones – will become “stuff” once more. Cramming all that Halloween paraphernalia back into the numerous orange crates from whence they came always highlights the ridiculousness of it all.
Year after year, I expend thousands of words trying to explain/justify/rationalize this obsession. Yes, it’s about reliving childhood experiences. It’s about confronting the concept of death unafraid. It’s about community. It’s about creating memories for children. It’s an excuse to drink and party and watch horror movies. All that’s true, but ultimately this is all in service of creating a little pocket of time where life is simple and fun again for a couple months. And that’s all there really is to it.
So let’s send this Phase 3 – and this entire Halloween hootenanny – off with a bang.
Thank you to anyone who read this blog at all in the past two months. Double thank you to anyone who actually kept up with it and accepted the dose of Halloween spirit I’m always trying to give. And to any new readers: yes, I actually do all this absolutely for free. I will never ask you to Like Share and Subscribe. I only ask that you take this website in the spirit in which it’s intended, and pay the resultant Halloween spirit boost forward.
Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I Remember Halloween