I boycotted. I wasn't doing Halloween.
Our new neighborhood, however, had other ideas. October 1st, their decorations went up, many with full haunted yards. Apparently they are serious about their Halloween here. A week before the big day, I hung an old Halloween wreath on the door and tossed three small pumpkins in the flower pot on the front porch and called it good. After all, with The Boy off at college, I didn't have anyone to do press the subject of decorating.
As for the day itself, we spent weeks declaring we were turning off the lights, hunkering down and pretending the whole neighborhood wasn't out looking for candy.
But then Halloween arrived and I remembered that I love seeing the really little ones dressed up and trying to remember if they were supposed to say "Trick or Treat", "Happy Halloween", or "Thank you", and in which order. So I went to the closest drug store and bought one overpriced bag of candy and one on sale and relented to passing out all 92 pieces (I counted) until it was gone. Then I would turn off the lights.
But I was still insisting I wasn't handing out candy to teenagers to old to be trick or treating, wearing only a mask and carrying a grocery bag just to get free candy.
The first little ones arrived and there was a three year old Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) that melted my heart. She might have been the cutest thing I've ever seen. And then teenagers came and they were polite and well-behaved and dressed in real costumes.
Despite thinking we'd have well over a hundred kids, they doorbell stopped ringing after 82. That left 10 small bags of M&M's for Hubs and I.