Holidays are not my favorite, but I do love Halloween.
It must be something about the anything-goes, whimsical, magical, make-believe nature of the whole event that appeals to me. Granted, the generally accepted (indeed, encouraged!) mandate for cheap crap associated with this holiday is somewhat disturbing. Still, I like this holiday.
Like everything, my general perceptions changed once we were responsible for another person. That is, a sugar-candy craving being who lives in our house and is usually denied the pleasure of sugar (because we are monsters, year round).
Even then, we had a lovely Halloween. Besides the kindness and generosity of our neighbors, the best part was the “rules” that we made up. Here is my favorite one:
Only three servings per person, otherwise the person will go crazy.
That was for a package of smarties. That was AFTER she had more candy in one day than she has previously had in her entire life (not counting weekends with grandparents).
The best part is that she believed our lie.
And now I am a liar. This is why lying was invented, I am quite sure: to prevent tooth decay, cavities, and general diet rot. Whew! I thought lying was bad. I still feel a little guilty about it. But I totally plan to continue the deceit tomorrow. And until further notice or the candy runs out.
p.s. If any of you “friends” tell her about this falsehood (AKA: lie), I will deny it. Further, I may even accuse you of lying! Or, I’ll just have to pull out the truth about sugar. But that would take way too long to explain. Better stick with the lie. Happy Halloween!