One of the many advantages of country living is that we are very unlikely to be bothered by children tricking and treating for Halloween tonight.
It isn’t a celebration for which I have any fondness.
Like Guy Fawkes it is out of season here and it’s also out of time.
It might have had some good points a generation or two ago when children made their own costumes and showed them off to neighbours whom they knew well.
But it’s a hollow celebration now that the outfits are almost all bought and children turn up at doors of people they barely know, if not those of strangers.
Scrooge was referring to Christmas when he said, “Bah, humbug.”
But Halloween brings out the inner curmudgeon in me and I apply it to that trick and treating for what is more holloween.
That said I won’t be going as far as Credo Quia Absurdum Est to deter trick or treaters.
My boys, and their mother, will be out plaguing the neighbourhood trick or treating.
To avoid being plagued by other trick or treaters I will going down to my cave to prepare the for the weekends painting activities.
Halloween or All Hallows eve the night before the Latin “All Saints Day” which nobody except for those who strictly follow the Latin Faith acknowledge or even know, I suppose.
This trick or treating is a modern thing mostly celebrated by those,I’d posit, who are long separated from even the Latin religion of their heritage from which the name at least is derived
Ele my policy is to ask them “What does Halloween mean?”
Those who don’t know are sent away. Funnily enough we have a Catholic school close by and this year,again, nobody could tell me what it was about. Bah,,Humbug and then some