It’s that time of year again, the pumpkins are coming out and infesting every culinary experience and fragrance. The scarecrows and spider webs are being hung as the air around us cools and crisps the leaves on the trees, colouring them for the fall season. It’s that time of year when snuggling with a scary book for movie and a cup of tea becomes the ideal way to spend time when you’re not on haunted hay rides or apple picking or pumpkin carving. Halloween is ranked third most popular holiday in Canada behind Christmas and Canada Day; and sixth most popular in the USA (These stats differ from website to website).

I grew up trick-or-treating. My mom would let me pick out a cheap quality pink dress drooling with sparkles from the Halloween isle at Wal-Mart; Halloween evening she would paint my cheeks and lips bright pink, I imagine I felt like quite the princess. Growing up we continued to go out for Halloween, always as a family. We never thought anything of it. This was a good family bonding time and supplied us all with a least a month’s worth of candy and chocolate.

It wasn’t until later years that Halloween became distasteful. The idea of Halloween being satanic began to blossom onto my parent’s radar, I don’t know if they ever really believed it. Regardless this idea began to taint and dissolve what was once a fun and exciting time of the year for us.

Halloween has evolved in many different ways in the recent years (that I’ve come to notice). To some it’s an excuse to wear lingerie from the Stag Shop to high school and not be accused of dressing indecently. To some it really is about pulling out a Ouiji board and talking to spirits in other dimensions. For some it’s another way to justify going to the Bull and Barrel and getting drunk, like St. Patty’s day and Canada Day. And even still for some it’s about dressing up as a horrific zombie bride, or a ballerina or a teenage mutant ninja turtle and going door-to-door trick-or-treating.

Yes, but Eva, we are called to live pure, and lovingly and praiseworthy. And I understand that. When I was growing up, spending that time with my parents meant the world to me. Both mom and dad took all of us kids out it was a bonding experience all on its own. Days before mom would come home with pumpkins and we would crowd the table carving faces that would glow later that night after setting the pumpkin on the front porch with a candle inside. We got all the leaves raked and put into white garbage bags with faces on the front that looked like ghosts. It was a special time for us kids. What was not loving and encouraging about that experience? I hope to be able to do festive activities like this with my children one day. Not to mention this creates a platform where you can discuss larger issues with your children about not using Ouiji boards and buying your Halloween costume at the Stag Shop. I encourage families to take a Holiday that can be seen so negatively and instead use it as a learning opportunity and a family time opportunity.

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