Halloween – oh- ween EVERYBODY!

If you are one of those miseries who complain about Halloween then look away now or at least after the following sentence. Because I have only one thing to say to people like you:

IT’S FOR THE KIDS!!!

Lexi starts thinking about her costume months ahead (around Boxing Day) and planning who will come for the sleep-over (last night we had her three best witches, Emma, Lea and Ellen).  The actual day with the dressing up, decorating the house, running around the dark village streets scaring each other and screaming, is second only to waking up Christmas morning to a full stocking.  

I take great delight in answering the door and scaring them witless with spooky music.  I love the inventive costumes, especially the put-together home made ones.  I can spot the garagiste’s son every year in spite of his ever more complex disguises in an attempt to foil me.

“Ah,”  I said opening the door in my Amy Winehouse/Binge Drinking Britain costume. “C’est Gremlich!”

“Ah non!”  He cried visibly disappointed, yet another year.

I haven’t yet told him and probably never will, that it is his massive, tumescent adult head on an 8 year old body that gives the game away every time.

Another boy stepped forward.

“Who are you supposed to be?”  I asked incredulously of his non-costume.

“Batman.  Mais je n’ai pas trouvé le haut et il fait froid alors j’ai mis un bonnet”.  (Batman, but I couldn’t find the top half and it’s cold so I’m wearing a bobble hat.)

And so the evening goes, one laugh after another – kids are funny.

But if you are one of those people who can’t remember what it was like to be a child, turning the lights off and pretending not to be home on Halloween, broomsticks to you.