Whether you celebrate Halloween or Hallowtide or Samhain (a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the “darker half” of the year) or any other harvest, end of the season, the start of the winter holiday, I have probably written something about it here? (Did I miss something? Post a comment.)
Samhain is celebrated from sunset on October 31st until sunset on November first and was chosen because it was the midpoint between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. It is just one of four Gaelic seasonal festivals which includes Imbolc, Beltane, and Lughnasadh.
But I have considered Halloween, Martians and Radio Terrorists (about when those Martians landed in New Jersey) and written about a book and movie that I connect with this time of year, Something Wicked This Way Comes.
So, with all that, you might assume I am a big fan of Halloween. Not at all.
Possibly, my least favorite calendar event.
I hated dressing up as a kid. I thought trick-or-treating was borderline begging.
In my little part of Paradelle, I am one of those people who usually tries to be away from my darkened home on Halloween because I don’t want to answer the doorbell. Kind of a Halloween Grinch.
The only time I ever got into Halloween celebrating was when my sons were young. And maybe I’ll get back into it again if I become Grandpa Grinch.
You can save me a few peanut butter cups though…