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
And very late at Night
When I heard a Creepy Noise
That Gave me Such a Fright!

Not quite a batty squeak,
Nor a ghostly Boo,
Definitely not a Werewolf’s howl
At the moon so Blue.

What was that mysterious noise!
I listened with ears so keen
But silly me, it was Small Town Mommy
Twit and Tweeting about Halloween!

Thank you for playing along, everyone. You are my inspiration!
Please add Anne from Small Town Mommy to your Twitter and send her a CONGRATS!

Twitter: www.twitter.com/smalltownmommy

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.