We don’t get many trick-or-treat-ers up here at the top of the hill in Roxborough Park. Alright, we haven’t gotten ANY in the five years we’ve lived here. But every year, hope springs eternal on the blue-moon night we turn our clocks back. We put out a big bowl of Snickers and Milky Ways and no one comes. Truth to tell, I’ll end up eating it all myself long before Thanksgiving.
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All Hallow’s Eve – or Halloween, if you prefer – was designed as a way for us to thumb our noses at the ghouls and demons that otherwise would torment us the night before All Saints Day. That’s the day we honor those who have died and gone on before us in the faith. So, Halloween’s sort of an anti-holiday. It’s supposed to be scary and in-your-face, not pretty or nice. In that spirit, the award for best Halloween display in our neighborhood goes to this one.
And if that’s not in-your-face enough for you,
ghouls and demons,
consider this.
In case you were wondering, the hat says: “Geezers Rule.”
Hey, it could be worse: Last year I was in L.A. on Halloween.
Post is here. Talk about scary.
Trick-or-Treat.
Boo!