It's that time of year again. Candy and costumes overflow the stores and Christians all over the land argue about how to spend the "devil's" holiday. Now, I am sure he is pretty far removed from the the cute little princesses and ninjas on my doorsteps, but thrilled about the bickering that goes on about whether we should hand out tracts or just turn the lights off and hide in the basement. Not to mention the judging of our neighbor who have jack-o-lanterns on their porch... because carving a pumpkin is so evil!
Honestly, I am not much of a holiday person anyway. They consume way too much expendable energy and as a mom of six with a deployed husband, I don't have much of that left. However, my kids get all excited about the candy that they will collect and hoard for the next six months or at least until I find hidden in their dresser and throw it away (along with the half-eaten chocolate Easter bunny - but that is a whole other post!)
The first Halloween I remember and one of my earliest memories, was when my dad took my older sister and I out trick or treating and my mom stayed home with our little brother. My mom thought it would be fun to dress up as a witch and blacken out her teeth. I was so freaked out when we came home and she answered the door. Probably why I need therapy to this day...
Love you mom!
Wasn't I the cutest clown? And the witch is my sister.
People think I am just mean when I call her the Wicked Witch of the West, but see - I have proof!
People think I am just mean when I call her the Wicked Witch of the West, but see - I have proof!
If you are wondering what we are doing this year, you can find us at our church's fall festival. Because, apparently, it is okay to wear costumes, bob for apples, give out candy and display pumpkins on October 31st, as long as you don't call it Halloween.
Love,
Love,