I grew up in the Alaskan Bush, far from towns and neighborhoods. My formative years were spent mushing dogs, riding snowmachines, skating on the Big Pond, exploring the benches behind our house in March when the crust of the snow was just right…so when October rolled around, the only thing we were ever excited about was getting bags of half-price Hallowe’en candy from Grandma Zirwes in our monthly care package. What was the point of trying to make a costume that fit over your snowmachine suit? Our neighbors were ten miles to the south and five miles to the north.
The endless debate between Christians and those who love Hallowe’en…I don’t care. Honestly. Christians, get over yourselves, seriously. Other people – when someone (like ME) says they don’t give a rat’s ass about Hallowe’en…get over yourselves, seriously. I. DON’T. CARE. Have fun, don’t have fun. Eat candy, don’t eat candy. Carve pumpkins, don’t carve pumpkins. Just don’t expect me to join in…because I really don’t care.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. As always, FTSF is hosted by the ever-amazing Kristi Rieger Campbell of Finding Ninee (https://findingninee.com/), and the lovely Kenya Johnson of Sporadically Yours (https://www.kenyagjohnson.com/).