I love a white Christmas. A white blanket of fresh-fallen snow sets the scene perfectly for a visit from Santa, cocoa and opening gifts in front of the Christmas tree.
I’m having trouble wrapping my head around the idea of a white Halloween, though.
Monday’s snowfall came as no surprise. It was, after all, in the forecast. And I made it home just in time. After stopping by conferences at the high school after work and running a couple more errands, I arrived home to the kids in the driveway, arriving after a quick trip to the drugstore for snacks.
Jason pulled in right behind me, coming home from his time at the gym. We all went inside, spent a few minutes talking about our day, and then I went out to check the mail. In those few short minutes, the drizzle had started. It quickly turned over to snow.
We kept peeking out the windows throughout the evening, trying to gauge how bad the morning would be. The kids, wrapped up in their own world of electronics, didn’t even notice the first snowfall of the season for a couple of hours.
“Did you know it’s snowing outside?” they came downstairs and asked. It seemed to puzzle Stark when we let him out just before bedtime.
Tuesday, we woke up to a blanket of snow. Nothing unmanageable, but as much as snow sets the tone for the Christmas season, I wasn’t pleased to see it before Halloween.
Now, as I’m writing this around lunchtime Wednesday, more snow is in the forecast. The last I saw, we were expected to get 1-3 inches before the day of spooks. Temperatures aren’t expected to get much above freezing. We’ll see how that bodes for trick-or-treating tonight. I’m just glad I decided to buy Colin’s Thanos costume a little large — just in case he had to wear his coat underneath. It looks like my instincts were right.
I know if we need them, there’s plenty of opportunity to celebrate Halloween inside. It’s just hard for me to picture Halloween without going door-to-door to collect candy. In my mind, it’s hard to separate the two.
The forecast has brought back memories of a Halloween blizzard we had when I was a child. The snow canceled trick-or-treating that year, but we still donned our costumes. Our parents ran from room to room, using the back staircase and second doors to some of the rooms, so we could knock on the door, yell “trick or treat” and get candy for our buckets. They made it work for us. Hopefully, the snow isn’t so bad we have to follow suit this year.
Indeed, it looks like Mother Nature decided to treat us with a trick this year.