By Casey Tokeshi
It’s that time of year again, folks. Even though the weather here in SoCal is a consistent 80, the familiar buzz of the holiday season is rounding the corner. Sweater (sweaty) weather and literal pumpkin spice everything aren’t the only telltale signs. Jack O’Lanterns are now seen populating people’s front doorsteps.
A few days before Halloween, I went to shop for ideas on what to be for Halloween this year. And that’s when I saw it.
I casually swung the door open to the Glendale Galleria. I meandered through the crowds of people, bustling around with trademark neon yellow Forever 21 bags and cinnamon pretzels from Auntie Anne’s.
As I made my way through the seemingly endless white tiled floor, I noticed a looming dark shadow ahead. I looked up in sheer curiosity, expecting to see a blown up Jack Skellington, but instead found myself obstructed by an oversized plastic wooden house, lined with colorful fluorescent lights and sprinkled with faux snow. Apparently, now Christmas comes before the nightmare.
The importance of any non-Christmas celebration is now lost during the holiday season. Don’t get me wrong, Christmas is great: the piles of presents, the warm smells and smiles. But where are the Halloween tunes or Thanksgiving fables?
Halloween was originally created to honor the dead and martyrs, not like the-mom-who-doesn't-want-her-kids-to-trick-or-treat who goes around convincing people that it’s some satanic celebration for only the wicked and evildoers. Jack O'Lanterns are literally meant to scare away evil spirits and guide the good spirits. Although these souls may not be as important as the birthing of Jesus, they still have the right to have a day celebrated without the overbearing presence of another, seemingly more important holiday. Besides, Christmas songs can become kind of degrading after three months of nonstop radio carolers.
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