I know, I know; it's an expression we generally reserve for Christmas, but for me, it applies to Halloween.
For as long as I can remember, I hated Halloween. I hated the dressing up, I hated the going to people's houses begging for candy, I hate the candy apples and the witches and the goopy insides of pumpkins...
What a delightful child I must have been. ::rolls eyes::
I still hate Halloween. I don't think Abby is particularly fond of it either, as she protests whenever I try to put a costume on her, or paint her face, or put thingys in her hair. Last year she was a very, very unhappy elephant.
I've also have some reservations about fitting Halloween into my faith. I officially don't know where I stand. But then I read this great blog entry from one of my very favorite Christian artists, and I feel a little better if I allow my kids to participate, even just a little bit.
At least I feel justified for going out and buying candy. :)
Abby, Halloween 2008