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JLCecilia
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So I wouldn’t say that I ‘hate’ Halloween, but I could really care less about it. Although I wil say that I detest some of the more grotesque costumes and decor I see that tend toward paganism. I’m one of those where I turn off my lights and pretend I’m not home, or we actually get up and get away from the house - normally to my in-laws just to hang out and eat junk food.
So now that my son is old enough to walk, my husband wants to dress him up. I told him that what our son could be for Halloween was a little boy in jeans and jack-o-lantern t-shirt. But he twisted my arm and we bought little one a scarecrow costume. I think it looks dumb, but whatever.
I reminded him that when our little one goes to Catholic school, that they don’t dress up for Halloween - they dress as saints and celebrate All Saints Day. In fact, the weekend following the holiday, everyone in the parish is welcomed over to the gym to see all the kids dressed up and giving informative presentations on their saint.
I think my biggest thing is that the holiday really just doesn’t have any valid meaning. Where do you strike a balance? The only thing I can think of for now is just to now allow the kids to dress is something totally grotesque, as long as it’s something fairly innocent like a scarecrow. I just don’t know. My husband is a convert and his faith is weak at best and he thinks I’m a fanatic and his family doesn’t understand my values either - none of them really even go to church or practice any real faith outside of that one hour on Sunday anyway.
Any thoughts? What do some of you do?
So now that my son is old enough to walk, my husband wants to dress him up. I told him that what our son could be for Halloween was a little boy in jeans and jack-o-lantern t-shirt. But he twisted my arm and we bought little one a scarecrow costume. I think it looks dumb, but whatever.
I reminded him that when our little one goes to Catholic school, that they don’t dress up for Halloween - they dress as saints and celebrate All Saints Day. In fact, the weekend following the holiday, everyone in the parish is welcomed over to the gym to see all the kids dressed up and giving informative presentations on their saint.
I think my biggest thing is that the holiday really just doesn’t have any valid meaning. Where do you strike a balance? The only thing I can think of for now is just to now allow the kids to dress is something totally grotesque, as long as it’s something fairly innocent like a scarecrow. I just don’t know. My husband is a convert and his faith is weak at best and he thinks I’m a fanatic and his family doesn’t understand my values either - none of them really even go to church or practice any real faith outside of that one hour on Sunday anyway.
Any thoughts? What do some of you do?