A few weeks ago was Halloween. I don't think I know anyone who's not a fan of Halloween.You have to be old and sprouting nose-hairs not to get at least a little enjoyment out of All Hallow's. That day is perhaps one of man's greatest innovations.
It's a guilt-free holiday (unless you happened to make this mistake); here's no need to ferret after the true meaning of Halloween. The true meaning is candy and last-minute costumes and skulls dangling from the bushes outside. Strap some foam on your back and stuff your face with sugar. You won't miss anything.
These are pictures from our Ward Halloween Party, which is a strange monster itself. The children, most of them under the age of four, have no idea what Halloween is. What they do know is they get to wear their dress-ups/pajamas to church and eat candy for dinner. It's as though the known universe has turned inside-out.
Inside the chapel gymnasium you can see Primary leaders shooing knee-high crowds of confused, stumbling princesses, cowboys, and various plush animals every which way--through hula hoops draped with streamers, under broomsticks with bits of donuts tied on strings, and past cardboard villages with phantom hands doling out candy.
That was Leo's favorite part. Every time he was handed a piece of candy, he had a look of incredulity on his face. Yes, they just give this stuff away. Can you believe it.
Everyone loved our costumes best. True.
On Halloween Proper we invited some dead people over.
Actually this picture isn't from Halloween proper. It's from Saturday. But they still came over.
We made a ton of spooky food. Worms, fingers, and bloody cupcakes. We set out all our final Halloween decor, lit our pumpkins, and tucked into our candy while watching Dial M for Murder in the dark.
Left to right: Jordan's demon pumpkin, Alison's Jack Skellington, Heidi's Harry Potter, my Wimpy Kid, and Sarah's spooky owl. Jon's was a little too abstract, and ended up not having a place for a candle to rest.
The decorations I made were spooktacular. And so punny, because that's what Halloween is all about, Charlie Brown.
All in all, it was a decent enough success. We all enjoyed ourselves, ate tons of sugar, and had nightmarish dreams about Hitchcock-esque psychopaths. It was the perfect end to the season of spirits.
I documented the details of our decorations, so if you want to see how festive we were, read after the jump.
