You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet!
It was a nice Fall day and started out really well until my mom came over and saw the front door. My son had decorated himself for Halloween and yes there are two skeletons on it as well as a couple of witches, the bride of Frankenstine, a couple of black cats holding up "BOO" signs and maybe even a ghost or two and a "RIP" sign. Now, except for the skeletons and the RIP grave stone thing, everything else is a cut out and taped to the door. He likes Halloween and wanted to do his own decorations and he did decorate as only an 8 year old can.
My mom took one look and said, "Oh there is too much on that door. It is too busy." I really wasn't surprised with that remark because she has never been a holiday person. Any holiday. She doesn't care for them. I don't know why but that how she is and we all know it. The only holiday she kind of sort of enjoys is Christmas and believe me that is not a lot either. She tolerates a Christmas tree and in the past when she was in charge of cooking the Christmas turkey or ham she would complain the whole day that she is cooking all the food. But, if you offered help she wouldn't take it so I just assumed that she liked cooking but also like complaining about cooking.
So, when my sister and I were little needless to say she didn't take us trick or treating. My father had that honor. We would make our costumes. Mom wasn't wasting money on store brought costumes for one night. Which was fine with us as long as we got to go out trick or treating. That only met we got creative. One Halloween I was a hula dancer. My aunt had went to Hawaii a couple months before Halloween and she brought back a fake grass skirt, a fake lay and a artificial flower. She saw souvenirs. I saw a Halloween costume. I put the grass skirt over my jeans, put on the lay and the pinned the flower behind my ear and I was ready to go. Another year I was a witch. I made my own witch hat and put on some black clothes, a little of my mom's lipstick and I was ready to head out the door with my dad and sister. Another year I just took one of my mom's wigs, one of her old dresses, and put some curlers in the wig and a some old slippers and viola, I was an instant housewife. My sister used an old sheet one year and she was Casper the friendly ghost, another year she was a baseball player using my cousin's old baseball uniform. Yes, we were creative as we could be using what we had in the house. And people always loved our costumes and the creativity.
We would walk with my dad for hours and that is no exaggeration. We would get lots of candy but we were plenty tired too when we got home. My mom would look at the candy loot and tell my dad she kept us out too long because we didn't need all that candy. He would just laugh and tell her we were kids and that is what Halloween is for. Quickly, Halloween became our favorite holiday besides Christmas.
So, when my mom said that the door was too busy I just looked at her and smiled and told her that is what Halloween is for and wait until she sees the door at Christmas. My son got that look on his face, the look of you haven't seen anything yet. And he is right she hasn't.
My mom took one look and said, "Oh there is too much on that door. It is too busy." I really wasn't surprised with that remark because she has never been a holiday person. Any holiday. She doesn't care for them. I don't know why but that how she is and we all know it. The only holiday she kind of sort of enjoys is Christmas and believe me that is not a lot either. She tolerates a Christmas tree and in the past when she was in charge of cooking the Christmas turkey or ham she would complain the whole day that she is cooking all the food. But, if you offered help she wouldn't take it so I just assumed that she liked cooking but also like complaining about cooking.
So, when my sister and I were little needless to say she didn't take us trick or treating. My father had that honor. We would make our costumes. Mom wasn't wasting money on store brought costumes for one night. Which was fine with us as long as we got to go out trick or treating. That only met we got creative. One Halloween I was a hula dancer. My aunt had went to Hawaii a couple months before Halloween and she brought back a fake grass skirt, a fake lay and a artificial flower. She saw souvenirs. I saw a Halloween costume. I put the grass skirt over my jeans, put on the lay and the pinned the flower behind my ear and I was ready to go. Another year I was a witch. I made my own witch hat and put on some black clothes, a little of my mom's lipstick and I was ready to head out the door with my dad and sister. Another year I just took one of my mom's wigs, one of her old dresses, and put some curlers in the wig and a some old slippers and viola, I was an instant housewife. My sister used an old sheet one year and she was Casper the friendly ghost, another year she was a baseball player using my cousin's old baseball uniform. Yes, we were creative as we could be using what we had in the house. And people always loved our costumes and the creativity.
We would walk with my dad for hours and that is no exaggeration. We would get lots of candy but we were plenty tired too when we got home. My mom would look at the candy loot and tell my dad she kept us out too long because we didn't need all that candy. He would just laugh and tell her we were kids and that is what Halloween is for. Quickly, Halloween became our favorite holiday besides Christmas.
So, when my mom said that the door was too busy I just looked at her and smiled and told her that is what Halloween is for and wait until she sees the door at Christmas. My son got that look on his face, the look of you haven't seen anything yet. And he is right she hasn't.
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