TRICK OR TREAT
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Repost from October 2010… She’s long done Trick or Treating with her dad…
I know a lot of Christians who refuse to celebrate Halloween. I understand and respect their opinion.
Me? Other than some of the ignorance shown on this day of the year, I love it.
This is a night that even some of the grouchiest people act nice. Cute kids knocking on doors, knowing if the door opens someone is going to be charitable, even hospitable.
Halloween feels to me like a warm up for Thanksgiving and Christmas. People practicing being cheerful getting ready for the championship of holidays.
I have some pretty fond memories of Halloween. I don’t remember being much more excited about anything as much as Halloween and Christmas. I even remember what I was dressed up as. I got the most compliments as I recall dressed up as a Cowboy. The home-made-by-my-mom mustache was the coolest part of my costume.
We have a ritual for Halloween in our house. My wife stays home and passes out candy and I take the kids Trick Or Treating. Now I just take the youngest.
At 12 years old my ritual and streak is at stake. My wife asked our youngest how long she was going to Trick Or Treat with her dad. “Until I’m outta high school!” she declared… That’s my girl. I hope that’s true, although I suspect her heart while in the right place may change before then.
I’m a little more sentimental than my wife when it comes to these matters. I remember when my wife announced it was time for the youngest to be weaned from her baby bottle. I was devastated. I knew that season or chapter of our lives were over forever.
As the sun is starting to make its somber descent this afternoon, I’m faced with that similar awareness. Today is Halloween and it might be my last one spent with my youngest in costume.
I think back on all of them when all three girls went with me. Kenz dropped out, Ali lasted another two or three years, and now Gurm’s (nickname) in the twilight of her Trick-Or-Treat career.
I remember the costumes. I recall reminding them to say please and thank you, even in their frenzied scurrying. We discussed tactics, which streets to take. Sometimes up one side and down the other, sometimes zig-zagging across the street to cover more houses.
I carried bags, coats, shoes, and my daughters. I walked a lot of miles Trick-Or-Treating. I loved every one of them.
God’s word says life is like a breath. An inhale, an exhale, and it’s over. I’m reminded again of that tonight. Understanding how short life is gives me strength and desire to bring God and my family honor.
This is one of those nights that will accumulate with the Halloweens past to create a vivid memory for my daughter. She’ll always remember our ritual. She’ll share stories with my future grandkids of all the fun her and their grandpa had.
I’ll bet she even remembers and shares with her children how her Dad’s favorite candy was Snickers bars. She’ll hopefully tell them the truth, how she always let me have as many as I wanted.
She’s a good girl. I wish we could Trick-Or-Treat forever, but that’s not the way life works.
We all need to cherish every day as the gift each one is, whether you celebrate Halloween or not, I’ll cherish this day as a gift from God.
If you see a cute 12-year-old dressed up as a Narnian Princess and her dad in a sweatshirt with a ponytail watching proudly from the sidewalk, wave…
It might be the last time you see me there.
Martha J Orlando
Sunday, October 27, 2019 @ 6:07 pm
Oh, Floyd, how your post brought back poignant memories for me! I’ll never forget the one Halloween when it was so cold, my children had to disguise their costumes with coats and hats, unheard of in Georgia, but yes, it happened. Those moments cannot be recreated, can they? My grandchildren attended a Trunk or Treat today with their father, and had a memorable time. No, I chose not to go, as I babysat the same girls most of the day. Now, after reading your post, I so wish I had. As a consolation prize, I have photos of my beloved little ones in costume. Not the same, not ever.
Blessings to you and yours!
bill (cycleguy)
Monday, October 28, 2019 @ 5:29 am
We did very little T or T. It wasn’t because I was against it but because of geography. when our girls were able to go (translated: of the age) we tended to be in a more rural setting. we did some T or T at various times but none stand out with memories like yours. I can remember mine though! I’d just as soon forget the costume I wore though!
Betty J Draper
Tuesday, October 29, 2019 @ 1:23 am
Brother if you even get close to my house, you better knock on my door and I will for sure have some kind of candy. Our grandchildren go to a church trunk or treat which they love. but I kind of miss the door to door. It was so much fun but then we got in church and they did not believe in dressing up unless it was bible characters. Somehow I could not see Jesus or Moses or David knocking on a door for candy. Last year we did not have one child knock on our door so guess who had to eat all that candy? I gave it away , well all except certain kinds that I liked. good post. Happy Halloween…I am not even sure I should say that, it might offend. Happy Fall,,,,thats better. I am putting my post on my facebook so you can try reading that one and commenting if you a mind to.