There, I’ve said it. some of you may think that is a sacrilege, others probably think I am just plain nuts, and you mothers are probably telling me not to use the word hate, but it’s true.
I have always hated Halloween, even as a child. It’s not a rational hatred. I don’t have religious objections. I love chocolate more than life itself (and my kids give me all of their peanut butter cups), so it certainly isn’t a problem with the candy. I have just always hated it.
I hate to dress up. Yes, I know we went to a Halloween party last weekend, but those are the sacrifices we make for the ones we love. Next year, I think I will go as Small Town Mommy. That would be an easy costume to do.
I hate masks. This is more of a phobia than a hatred. Masks freak me out. I don’t know if it was one too many horror movies at an impressionable age or what, but they make me very tense and upset. I like to know who I am talking to.
People are mean. My trick or treating days were in the 70′s and people were downright mean. At a young age, I heard stories about animals being tortured or killed on Halloween, people who would travel with Nair (do they even still have Nair?), and just general destructive mischief that took place. I was scared on Halloween. Scared that something would happen to me or to someone (including the pets) that I loved.
As I write this, I realize how much my Libby is like me. She doesn’t like cruelty either. She is very sensitive and has a big heart. She can’t even stand someone being cruel to the trees, let alone to an animal.
So that is why I hate Halloween. I would be happy if we went straight to Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. Turkey and stuffing, family and 4 days off in a row, what could be better.
But, you may be asking, why bother to post about it and ruin your Halloween too. Keep my stinky Halloween snit to myself. I am getting to that. I was in my usual Halloween funk and decided to log onto Twitter to see if anything interesting was happening. I checked my @replies. I know, if you don’t use Twitter, that means nothing to you, but if you aren’t on there you deserve to be in the dark (that includes you, Lydia).
I noticed that I had a new @reply from someone I had not Twitted with before. It said congratulations for the Tweet poem on The Mom Buzz. Now, I visit The Mom Buzz everyday, but somehow, I had missed her Tweet poem post. So I went back through all of her posts over the last day or so (she is much more prolific that I am) and I found it. There is was, in all its glory. I have asked for permission to reprint it here and have not received it. But, even though I used to teach communications law, I am going to reprint it anyway (she didn’t say no. If she does, I will take it down).
Tweet Poem: Halloween Edition
Twas the day before Halloween
Not quite a batty squeak,
So, there it was. For some reason, that perked me out of my I hate Halloween snit and actually made me smile. So thank you, Erin, for taking what is one of my worst days of the year and creating one of the highlights.