I work with a girl named Rachel. She is the also from a family of nine kids but she's the seventh and she's only 19. It's kinda crazy and kinda funny. I never expected to end up meeting someone else from a large family out here. Oddly enough, both families have three boys and six girls but that's about where things end in similarities.
Today Rachel asked me if I got to celebrate Halloween as a child. What an odd question! Of course we celebrated Halloween! As it turns out, she didn't get to celebrate. Her family handed out pamphlets detailing the evils of Halloween instead. I told her I was very sorry to hear that. I guess they handed out anti-Santa pamphlets at Christmastime as well. (By the way, they aren't Jehovah's Witnesses or anything like that.) Her stories were funny but they also made me a little sad.
I love celebrating holidays and I can't understand why you would want to take the fun and magic away from your children. I love dressing up, I love carving pumpkins and I really love candy. I also love Christmas traditions and I don't see a problem with Santa as long as Santa isn't the only thing your kids know about Christmas.
I'm glad my parents let us celebrate and we didn't have to sneak out to go trick-or-treating or have to pretend we were trick-or-treating by knocking on our own basement door. AND our house wasn't egged and we weren't the only kids in our class not dressed in costumes. And we were allowed to believe in Santa as long as we could- which wasn't all that long, honestly, but that wasn't my parents' fault.
In fact, my mom let us dress up in Halloween costumes all month, sang Halloween songs with us and helped us make haunted graham cracker houses. She let us help decorate the house for Christmas, read us Christmas stories that included Santa and Christmas Eve we put out cookies and a Coke for him.
I really do feel lucky. :)
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