Friday, a co-worker described Halloween as the holiday that is my “Christmas and New Year’s rolled into one.” I have to agree. Though as I get older my antics get lamer and more lazy and my black polyester witch dress gets tighter and tighter. Regardless I will still try to witch it up a little tonight.
Halloween evolved for us after my sister and I had been to a few houses trick-or-treating that had actually scared us. I mean hearts-pounding scary. These were the homes that my mom thought were “funny” for her to stand at the END of the driveway and watch us to go to. The ones with old witches sitting outside in rocking chairs in the dark. We quickly caught on and would protest going to these houses but in the end we were made to go. We figured out that it would be more fun to be one of the “scary houses” than to actually have to go trick-or-treating at one of them.
We started to brainstorm. What is scary? A re-enacted sacraficial seance with my sister as a “princess” and me as a witch? Check. Long-stem candles lit inside and outside of the house? Check. My mother dressed as a vampire complete with cape and prosthetic mustache and eyebrows? Check. Our CD player pointed out the upstairs window playing Thriller down LeGeros Drive? Check. (That one was tricky though because we had to get good at spotting the cops as they turned down our street so we could turn the volume down.)
There were many acts to our performance. After the seance, I would “chase” the princess around in the front yard for the kids. My sister obviously didn’t think she was getting enough face time so she devised an alter-ego “weird guy” act. That involved her slinking around from tree to tree wearing a backpack, baseball hat and Billy Bob teeth. One year a little trick-or-treater dressed as Cinderella tripped and fell as she was running away from the house in fear. I tried to help her but she just scrambled up and kept running.
Say what you want about Michael Jackson, but his genious behind this song and video has yet to be matched. It’s worth the 13 minutes. And if you’re on LeGeros Drive tonight, you just may hear it echoing down the street. Happy Samhain.


