The Holiday Season (Part I)

It's true. There is a change in the wind. A change that comes every year as the leaves turn and the merchandise in stores booms with twinkling lights and red and green tables. It's the holidays wonder women, a time that either brings cheer or fear for so many.

The holiday season comes in a series of large block holidays that most out in the cyber world celebrate. It begins with Halloween (apologies anti-pagans), followed by Thanksgiving (apologies native Indians of the United States), Hanukkah (apologies Seleucid ancestors), Christmas (apologies Chosen People), Kwanzaa (apologies non-candle sellers), and Ramadan (apologies caterers). But for the sake that time cannot allow this wonder woman to speak of ALL holidays in the holiday season in one simple guide, I will break down the season into parts.

Part I: Halloween

All Hallows Eve. Such a dark, creepy, fun time for all ages. It's when ghosts, goblins, vampires, witches and zombies can make a special appearance. And what a concept? Any person can dress up as a silly character, knock on a door, say the magic words, and voia la: treats. It does beg the question though:

What if they picked trick?

It's part of the deal, really. You ask: "Trick or treat", so obviously someone has the choice of picking trick. And it seems nobody has for such a long time that the candy corporations are making bank. So I wonder, do the little scamps who knock on your door and beg the question, are THEY prepared for the other option? Or are they in it just for the candy?

For the sake of science and understanding, I ask all of you wonder women out there to play a little trick of your own this Halloween. I ask that all of you demand a decent trick from the costumed moochers before giving them any treats. Qualifying tricks include: Penny behind the ear, card magic, an April Fool's, gymnastics, and any kind of disappearing act. You can be the judge about what kind of tricks justify treats. But remember the fun. Be safe. And don't be the stingy neighbor with toothbrushes, please.

Ghoulishly, WW