I love Halloween. Mostly.
I love kids dressing up as witches or Wonder Woman or whatever. I love people decorating houses with fake cobwebs and fake blood. I love chatting to neighbours I’ve only ever nodded at before. I love seeing lots of people wandering the streets on a warm evening.
I don’t care that it’s American. I mean, it’s not like Halloween is replacing some great traditional Aussie celebration like Drop Bear Day. It’s not like we had anything to do on October 31.
I just hate the candy. I even hate the word.
The treats that get handed out at Halloween are mostly the cheap stuff, the lowest of the low when it comes to lollies. Sugar with nothing but artificial colours and flavours added.
That’s understandable. People welcoming trick-or-treaters at Halloween might get hundreds of kids dropping by.
You can’t expect them to hand out good treats, like chocolate bars, because they’re too expensive, and you can’t expect them to hand out homemade treats, like cupcakes, because they’re too much effort. (Plus, a lot of parents would be wary of their kids taking food from a stranger that’s not sealed in plastic. Plus, food allergies.)
I love my kids’ excitement about getting dressed up and walking down the street. I just dread bringing them home afterwards, loaded up with cheap lollies.