Don’t be scared of Halloween

SONY DSCHalloween: What a great holiday! It beats the heck out of Arbor Day six ways to Sunday. Around this time every year, I’m asked by Christian parents about the appropriateness of their children dressing up as Spiderman or cowboys or fairy princesses.

Every year I give them the same response: Halloween’s supposed occult connections are superficial and misleading. Halloween is steeped in Catholic theology and piety, and besides, it’s just so much fun. Continue reading

Darth Vader’s at the door

halloween, old jack-o-lantern on blackMy husband loves to count things: geese in a field, pitches thrown by Cubs starting pitchers, it matters not. One year he resolved to count our trick-or-treaters. By the truckloads of candy we were dispensing annually, we guessed about 800. But around 7 p.m., as yet another mob of kids came up the walk, my husband murmured, “Believe it or not, this guy is number 1,000.” We showered him with extra candy.

We live in a neighborhood of single-family homes surrounded by blocks of large apartment buildings, and I gather word has gotten around. Homeowners go out of their way to decorate. Cars pull up on our streets, unloading squadrons of small persons clutching plastic pumpkins and pillowcases to catch the loot. Continue reading

Don’t be scared of Halloween

Angelo Stagnaro explains the Christian origins of Halloween in his U.S. Catholic article, Don’t be scared of Halloween. “We couldn’t have arranged a more perfect synthesis of devotion and festivity had we tried,” he writes. “When you get to the core of what the holiday is, you find an overwhelmingly Catholic Christian holiday. It should be recognized and celebrated as such-warts, spider webs, and all.”

Readers’ comments follow the article.  I do have to agree with the reader who wrote that what she’d most like to change about Halloween is: “That parents wouldn’t turn their kids into pimps and whores to treat-or-treat.” I’ve seen one too many pimp costumes coming to my door, along with pre-adolescent “French maids” in fishnet stockings and little aprons.