This is the one holiday Christians can’t agree on - which ain’t a bad thing.

My two cents: I don’t care about Halloween. I don’t celebrate it, even though I do love the oodles of candy that come out of it (what chocaholic wouldn’t?). For all the scary imagery used by those who do celebrate it in some form or manner, kids love it. I mean, if they didn’t, they wouldn’t dress up in costume and go trick-or-treating, would they?

I applaud the churches who want to provide wholesome alternatives. I don’t see anything wrong with that. I also realize that the controversy surrounding this holiday has to do more with its pagan origins and the fact that covens and satanic cults the world over consider this day one of their high holidays, but I ain’t into the occult, so I don’t care. Now, if I had children, things would probably be different.

The reason why I decided to post about this holiday is because one of my favorite childhood memories was the Halloween party held at a cousin’s house - uncle wearing a black garbage bag over his head and playing eerie music on the organ included. The games were fun, the treats were great, and I had the chance to wear this suffocating mask over my head with the freakin’ rubber band to keep it in place, which my siblings liked to pull and snap back every chance they got. (I don’t remember who I dressed up as that year.) All the Halloween festivals at my elementary school were awesome. Matter of fact, all the times we went trick-or-treating were kool. And then our church started holding the harvest party alternatives, and those were kool, too.

Your childhood experiences may differ from mine, of course, but my point is everybody views this holiday differently and experiences it differently. Nothin’ wrong with dat.

And that, my friends, is my cop-out post for the year. Go enjoy yourselves so I can get back to scarfing down all this chocolate I’ve been hoarding today.