I, for one, am glad that Halloween is over. I'm not a huge fan. If we had to express this as an analogy question for the SAT's, it would look something like this:
Halloween: Robin ::
a) Tax Day: US Government
b) Christmas: Scrooge
c) Easter: Jesus
d) Valentine's Day: Russell Stover
The answer would be a resounding B. I'm the Halloween bah-humbug equivalent, whatever you'd call that.
For one, I have a low threshold for fear. Halloween thrives on themes of darkness and morbidity that I choose not to embrace. I'd rather meditate on whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, and excellent, why thank you. Plus, as a mother, I don't appreciate entering a store and needing to shield my children's eyes from ghastly props and costumes.
Although less of a value-stance, my second reason for downplaying the event is that I have precious little skill in costume creation. We're talking zero. Zip.
Do my children dress up? Yes. Do I sufficiently think ahead to create impressive costumes? No. Do they still look crazily cute? Absolutely.
I have no issues with dressing up. I simply scrounge throughout the house to discover what's on hand. The girls are refreshingly simple in this regard. This year, I slapped a pair of bunny ears on Reese's head, painted three whiskers on each cheek, and dabbed her nose with pink lipstick.
Brooke was even easier. She wanted to be a butterfly schoolgirl -- a costume that entailed wearing butterfly wings and carrying a backpack.
Kerrington wore a sheep costume that we had been given as a hand-me-down, and gosh, the child was so adorable that I suspect a few neighbors plunked an extra Kit-Kat in her bucket for the simple pleasure of viewing her little lamb sweetness. She'll wear it again next year.
Still, now that we've entered November, I'm glad that the Halloween displays will be put away for another year. In the meanwhile, I'll secretly pilfer my children's candy.
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