I was thinking one day that I have “done” Halloween, in one way or another, for most of my life. I’ve been a trick-or-treater, I’ve been a door-answerer-and-hander-out-of-treats, I’ve been a costumed teacher organizing the class Halloween party, I’ve been the accompanying parent of a young treat-or-treater, I’ve been a Halloween party-goer … in fact, the only times I haven’t been somehow involved with Halloween were the couple of years that I lived in secure buildings where kids couldn’t come to call.
And now I’m tired. I’m tired of spending my hard-earned money on treats for the neighbourhood kids, most of whom I don’t even know by sight any more. I’m tired of having a couple of hours of my evening being unable to do much of anything except wait for the damn doorbell to ring. I’m tired of racking my brains trying to come up with a good costume that I’m comfortable wearing – which, by the way, really doesn’t exist. I’m basically tired of feeling hostage to a so-called holiday!
Does that make me a snarky old grouch? Some would say yes, it does. But you know what? I figure I’ve done my time with Halloween, so I’m entitled to . I loved running around the streets at night as a little girl, I enjoyed going to parties as I got older, I had a lot of fun (even with my usually lame attempts at a costume) with the six- and seven-year-olds that I taught at our class Halloween parties, I delighted in taking DD trick-or-treating when she was little, and I got a real charge out of opening the door to who-knows-what, oohing and aahing over the costumes, and tossing a chocolate bar into each bag.
But I don’t want to do it any more. At school today, I didn’t dress up. I didn’t check out any of the various Halloween activities in various classrooms, nor did I sample any of the Halloween goodies that were kicking around. And my porch light will not be on this evening. Instead, I will likely be holed up in my TV room, watching something uplifting like “Location, Location” on my lovely new flat screen HD TV.
So don’t bother ringing my doorbell tonight, because I won’t answer it. I wouldn’t dream of deliberately and maliciously upsetting any youngsters who love Halloween just as I did when I was their age, but they’ll just have to get their sugar fix elsewhere this year. I’m simply not doing it any more.