The air is chill, the leaves scarlet hued, apple cider donuts on the table, it must be fall. One of my favorite holidays is right around the corner, Halloween. Originally, the ancient Celt festival of Samhain when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off roaming ghosts. Halloween has become a mishmash of a lot traditions geared toward entertaining the child in all of us. For me, Halloween is the perfect holiday for someone with a love of monsters.
As a kid, I remember the excitement of carving pumpkins, picking my costume, painting my face and running (not walking) door-to-door Trick or Treating. Adults reward you with candy; everyone pretends to be something else, a celebration experienced in the euphoria of a sugar rush. Next the serious business, after you lugged your haul home, you dumped out your candy and traded with siblings and friends for the good stuff. One Hersey bar got you three bubble gums, a tootsie pop and if you’re lucky a caramel cream.
The evening Halloween party with apple bobbing, scary games and ghost stories continued the cornucopia of horror, throw in a haunted house and it was enough to make your toes curl. The night capped off by a monster movie marathon.
Some things never change, I can’t decide if I want to be a zombie or a vampire and need to remember to run to the store for more trick or treat candy because I keep eating the caramel creams.