To say that I love Halloween is an understatement.
We play a little game in our house called, “would you rather.” My son usually instigates the game at random times that make absolutely no sense. While driving my firstborn to the dentist the other day he asked, “mom, would you rather celebrate Christmas every day or Halloween every day?”
I gave his question careful consideration.
That’s a no-brainer -Halloween, of course!
He didn’t agree. He picked Christmas.
While waiting for his appointment, I had time to ponder the implications of a world with constant Halloween. To celebrate Halloween every day would be a dream come true. I would prowl around at night with a full moon illuminating my way, asking unsuspecting neighbors for candy. The cool crisp night air, the chocolate high, the wolf howling in the distance, spider webs hanging from the windows of abandoned buildings, black cats crossing my path. Oh the joys of Halloween every day!
I would have an enormous closet filled with costumes and everyday I would dress as something or someone completely different. I would have wigs and jewelry and scary masks and a very cool pirate outfit and full zombie attire and a Marie-Antionette dress complete with a plate of cake. My options would be limitless.
I suppose this is why people participate in Cosplay. I never got into this. Not sure why. Maybe because sadly Halloween isn’t everyday and pretending it is kind of makes you a weirdo. Now being a weirdo is very enticing to me, but I’m sure people coming to me for medical advice would prefer a non-weirdo. It’s just more reassuring to them. Their loss.
But thankfully, Halloween does exist and for one day out of the year, I get to be my inner weirdo. I get to bring it out to the surface and it’s OK. I can even go to work and be a doctor in full weirdo regalia on that day. The best day of the year. Halloween.