They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky. October 31, 2006
Halloween kind of stresses me out.
I’ve never been much of a costume girl. I can’t imagine wearing a mask, and face paint just cracks and flakes on your clothes. Growing up, I was a hobo about eight years in a row because you got to wear comfortable clothes. I don’t think I’ve dressed up for Halloween since the sixth grade.
Now that I’m all grown-up, Halloween generally means turning on the porch light and doling out sweets to little (or not so little) kids in cute (or lame) outfits while thier parents try to peer in from the sidewalk and see how we’ve decorated our version of the neighborhood townhouse.
It’s the candy part that gets me stressed. How much do you buy? The first year in our house, we had exactly two trick-or-treaters. That number has grown steadily over the past couple of years, priming tonight to be the biggest turnout yet. But there’s a chance of rain… how will that affect our numbers? It might seem like a minor issue to you, but I was twenty minutes late from lunch this afternoon because I was standing in the candy aisle at Kroger debating one more “Party Pak” of suckers and Smarties, just for ultimate volume in the plastic cauldron I use to hand out candy.
What kind of candy do you buy? I know that when the dump their loot onto the kitchen table when they get home, they won’t know which house gave them what. But I remember that disappointment felt when your high hopes of Snickers and Twix gave way to Dum Dums and that weird waxy stuff wrapped in black and orange paper. I don’t want to be the cause of that kind of anguish in the next generation, but the good stuff’s expensive.
How much do you give to each kid? You don’t want to give too much too early and run out before the night’s over, but you also don’t want to give too little and end up with a ton of leftover Jawbreakers and Sweet Tarts. This could also be an argument in favor of buying the good stuff… at least if you have leftovers, it’s something you want to eat.
It’s a tough holiday, Halloween. I feel the need to comment on each costume, and saying “Ooooh, how cute!” over and over again can really get to you after a while. We have to keep Miles upstairs to avoid a repeat of last year. (It’s a good thing I looked up that link, because I was trying to use that title again.) It takes all of my willpower not to eat all the Milky Ways and save the Fireballs for the kids.
But I will power through. I will persevere. I will not be whatever the Halloween equivalent of a Scrooge might be.