Halloween Scrooge

I don’t know when it happened. I used to love Halloween. I trick-or-treated up to an embarrassingly high age… I think the last year I officially went out I was 13, but my friends and I were into the pillow case collection receptacle method by then (the serious stuff) and went home to change costumes mid-night so we could return to the houses that gave the best candy. Hard core.

I even went out trick or treating one year in University to a subdivision near my residence. I don’t think we fooled anyone, but a few of the good-sport homeowners actually gave us some candy. And I used to love dressing up, going to a party or two, handing out candy to kids. Fun.

But for the past 6 or so years I’ve been a total scrooge. I just can’t be bothered. I don’t even know how many kids go out in my neighbourhood because I’ve never been home. The first few years I lived in this house I had an excuse. Oct 31 is a month end and since I was the CFO of a hedge fund, we had to value our fund at month end and I rarely got home before midnight — long after even the most die-hard teenage trick-or-treaters had called it a night. Then, I think the next Halloween came on a Thursday, which is my critique group night… One year I think I went to visit my sister and her family in Ottawa… (love seeing my niece and nephew in costume)
But tonight I’m turning off the lights and going to the movies. Can’t be bothered. Don’t want the candy in the house. Don’t know any kids in my neigbourhood. TV’s upstairs and don’t want to keep going up and down to the front door. (How lazy is that???)

Bah, humbug.

Halloween… love it or hate it?