1. We got zero trick-or-treaters. On a practical matter, we are stuck with a bunch of candy that we dare not eat, but probably will.
2. It's just sad. I loved seeing the little kids every year. It's about the only time I get to see them happy. The rest of the time, it's usually watching them get off the school bus, head down, lugging a backpack full of homework, and just flat out miserable. Now, the grownups have to regiment most of the fun out of Haloween.
The more I think about it, the madder I get.
First, was our townhouse in Arizona which was in an enclosed neighborhood that was not very kid-friendly, even though we were the only ones in the entire complex that had kids. It was not gated but there were no sidewalks and none of the front doors could be seen from the street. And most were behind ornamental iron gates. Even when we left the gate open and placed a lighted jack-o-lantern out front, we still got no kids.
Then we retired and moved to the country in Florida and have not had any kids come by the farm in 5 years.
We stopped stocking up on candy many years ago and figure we have saved a ton of money buy not having to buy it.
The biggest problem we have is the non residents who drive in by the minivan’s/suv’s full of people. I live on a corner and when I ran out of candy, there were over 100 people in my view! Ridiculous. Parents and kids collecting candy.
Blame Liberals, Progressives, Democrats, Socialists, Marxists and Communists.
Everything they touch they take the fun out of.
The kids in our neighborhood had a neighborhood welcome.
The town set a time slot from 5-7PM which was liberal inspired.
Everyone on the street for 3 blocks either way sat on lawn chairs in their driveways in front of a rolling steel fire-pit and handed out candy as the kids came by.
I’d estimate that at least 80 to 100 houses participated.
The kids had a great time. And everyone ignored the 7PM curfew and trick-or-treated until 8-8:30.
http://endoftheamericandream.com/archives/18-reasons-why-i-dont-celebrate-halloween
I was with friends at their place for dinner and a movie last night. While I was there, the doorbell didn’t ring once.
Obviously it isn’t much of a neighbourhood for kids, as some other suburbs of Ottawa had hundreds of rugrats out.
The house was a few blocks away from one of the local universities. When I went home, circa 9:30, there were swarms of students walking around the neighbourhood in costumes. By then my friends had put their treats away and closed up shop. If it had been up to me, I’d have been happy to sit on the front step and toss it at the students as they went past.