Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 02, 2018

If you really were handing out treats, you wouldn’t have put on weight.

Be fair, we had Halloween long before you did.

Just quit playing the ‘One for you, one for me’ game.

There’s a movement afoot to move Hallowe’en to the last Saturday of October so it won’t keep happening on work nights and school nights.

I think the weight gain isn’t so much from handing out candy as it is from those parties.

Grownup Halloween

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2d7tErO1Uo

Halloween is the training camp for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years gluttony.

Halloween is not a holiday. It is considered a “celebration”. It is NOT a holiday. Does anyone get the day off, or holiday pay for it? Didn’t think so.

Preach it little girl! We adults get Thanksgiving.

yes let move it!

will there be this much discussion on the next holiday?armistice / veterans day

While at it, they should move Christmas to the third Saturday in December.That way, the non-Christians won’t need to take the entire week off because it was “Christmas”.The Christians could celebrate the religious aspect of Christmas on Dec. 25 as is traditional.

Dude, Halloween is over. You can lose the Morpheus costume already.

I refer to it as the “holiday eating season”. It starts a couple of weeks before Halloween, when I have to taste-test the candy for poison, and runs until after all the Super Bowl leftovers have been consumed. And hits every day in between, because when I’m on a roll, you know …

Yep. I spend all spring and summer trying to cut weight. Then we go to Hershey PA in early October, then Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, all with uncooperative weather and darkness cutting into bicycling time.

Halloween is not a real holiday.

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It happens once in a while, and it happened just now: This one doesn’t ring so true. Another year, another town, it might have been dead-on accurate. I’ve seen it. Adults have, indeed, borrowed Halloween from the kids, tried it on, and found it fit well enough to hoard the good stuff and change the format. Parties, specialty drinks, elaborate costumes, and massive seasonal pop-ups in abandoned big-box stores would crowd out homemade, creative costumes and excited, high-energy trick-or-treating on foot.

But not this year, not where I am. The weather was perfect. There was a nice crackle to the air, but no rain and no wind and no air so cold the costumes had to be covered up with an insulation layer. There was energy, there was good, clean fun, there were creative costumes. There were grown-ups, too, but in the background, adding to the holiday, not usurping it. Supervising from a distance, keeping kids safe, reminding ghouls to say thank you, carrying home the young and worn out. Some in costumes, some in terrific costumes, all meant to join, not to upstage.

And there were a lot. My treat stash was dwindling, threatening to treat-bankrupt me if I didn’t do something. So I had the best idea I’ve had in a long time. I apologized to the dog and grabbed her box of Milk Bones and added a bunch of those to the mix. Kids would do a double-take, see the joke, then see opportunity. “Can I take one home to my dog?” Absolutely. And the Milk Bones started going as fast as the candy. I’ll be adding Milk Bones to the treat bowl from here on in, even if it’s not buy-one-get-one-half-off at the CVS.

Life was good. As was whatever the undead and ghostly were living.

So, not meaning to sound all PC or anything, but some of us adults still celebrate it as Samhain; one of my favorite sabbats, but I agree, not a holiday.

Parents have always liked candy.