Scrooge

I am about to make what some will see as my most controversial and offensive statement yet.

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I fucking hate Halloween.

There.  I said it.  I hate it.  I fucking hate it.

I hate costumes, I hate dressing up in them, I hate how pretending to like other people's costumes, I hate the constant barrage of people at my door (Introversion anyone?), I hate haunted houses... I hate it all.

I even thought it was stupid as a kid.  Growing up in our house we had free access to whatever crap food we wanted at any time.  I remember being like 10 and thinking, "This is dumb.  Why am I wearing this stupid outfit with my winter coat over it (Chicagoland, your Octobers are a cruel mistress) and trekking all over the place for candy I don't even like when I can stay here and eat all the candy I want?"

Apparently my introverted ways were well established even as a child.

Here in the CH we will get an insane amount of trick or treaters.

This is my candy supply.

No joke, I fully expect to go through most, if not all of that.  It's insane.  It's non-stop.  It's awful.

As much as I despise Halloween, I must say that having kids is making turn a corner on it a bit.  ONLY A BIT.  If I felt it was a legit option I wouldn't decorate, turn off all my lights and hide in the basement on Halloween.

But My Big Guy is three this year, and he gets it.  He knows what trick or treating is, he runs around the house yelling, "Happy Halloween Boo!" (the "boo" is part of it for him).  He got a giraffe costume the other day and loves wearing it.  He's super excited about ringing all the doorbells.

Damn childhood enthusiasm is contagious and I find myself ALMOST looking forward to Halloween.  I'll still sigh with relief when it's over, and be glad we can move on to far more civilized holidays (Christmas!), but I think as time goes on my hatred will somewhat dissipate as I enjoy watching how much my boys enjoy Halloween.

Here in the CH it is also standard practice for parents to pull a wagon of booze as they follow their kids through the neighborhood trick or treating.  That's something I can get behind, and perhaps make my Halloween more tolerable.

Only 59 more days until Christmas...