I’m proud to announce that I made it through another Halloween alive and without a sugar high.
According to the National Retail Federation in the USA, an estimated $2.6 billion would be spent on candy for Halloween alone, and another $3.2 billion on costumes (including for the 23-million pets that would be dressed for the occasion.) House decorations would cost another $2.7 billion. Please just read those statistics again and tell me the world hasn’t gone insane. Well, North America anyway.
Across the border in Canuckistan, they take Halloween just as seriously, and claim Americans stole the term “trick or treat” from them. A feisty bunch those Canucki kids, with the most common “tricks” originally being to “toilet paper” trees, or throw rotten eggs at the person’s house who refused to give them candy. Now, most kids just say the phrase and expect candy. If the home-owner chose “trick,” I’m sure the kids would be left standing with a mouth full of teeth; unsure how to respond.
Like their southern neighbours, Canuckis spend plenty on candy – $550.7 million last October. But with a population of around 11% that of the US … well, you do the math(s).
I added to the statistics by eating two chocolate bars, buying a milkshake and dishing out absolutely nothing to the kids who came to my front door. Well, to be honest, none came to the door because I turned off the lights and hid out in a back room, cackling like a witch as I binge-watched Netflix’s Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.
I had thought of dressing like a photographer, and taking to the streets around home to shoot trick-or-treating kids, but the cops down here in the USA look a lot more serious and mean than Canuckistan’s RCMP. So I stayed home.
Talk about wisdom coming with age, eh!
As I have no Halloween photos, here are some I took at a Mexican evening the youth at our church held last weekend. ¡Olé la banda!