Well, Halloween has rushed past and I managed to keep from eating myself into a sugar coma. I was surprised really, by how many trick or treaters we had. Each year it seems to get less and less – I guess the combination of wary parents and church “fall festivals” has taken a toll. I’m sorry – but cake walks to the music of Amy Grant, and seeing a 6 year old Jesus re-enact the Crucifiction, just doesn’t get the same reaction out of me like seeing a kid with a bloody knife sticking out of his sternum seems to. I’m “old school” about my Halloween. I don’t ever want to walk into a haunted house and see Moses – that’s just not scary. Unless Moses is holding the decapitated head of a zombie – I’m really just not interested.
When I was a kid, the big Halloween fun buster was a razor blade in your apple.
I was talking to some friends the other day and we came to the conclusion that that particular scenario has been in the minds of trick or treaters for decades – perhaps centuries. I know my mom and dad heard the same thing when they were kids and it begs the question…Has anyone ever really found a razor blade in their apple?? Because quite frankly…I don’t think I’ve ever been given an apple much less one with a shank buried in it. Is it some sort of urban myth designed to keep kids inside on Halloween? Because I gotta say – and I think I speak for most everyone – there isn’t much that can scare a kid away from 5 pounds of free candy. I know I would gladly cut off one of my fingers if that’s all that stood between me and a snickers.
So on the slim chance that this whole “razor blade in the apple” thing IS true; I would like to say this to the individuals who might perpetrate such a crime. Don’t be so passive aggressive about the whole thing. Set a couple of bowls out by the front door marked – “broken glass, please take just one” or throw a Lady Schick right into the bag – There! You’ve had your fun – the kids now know whose house to toilet paper – it’s a win win.
