Halloween Victory for the kids.

I wrote, some time ago, of an objector, who managed to stop an official Halloween celebration at our estate. His one, anonymous voice, was enough to cancel the event for all of our estate. Warmingly, however, the parents of the estate did not let this official disapproval stop them.

On October 31st, trick or treating went ahead, on our estate, despite the cancellation. A group of parents got together, in resistance to the ban, and formed their own Halloween celebration. A list of houses was put together, which had explicitly given their permission to be "tricked or treated" and everyone got together at the appointed hour on Halloween.

I find it refreshing that, despite the unwillingness of the estate management to hold a Halloween celebration, that the parents themselves should do so. It just shows that not everyone living in Singapore can be cowed by official disapproval. Officialdom had said no to a celebration - but the children wanted a celebration - and so a celebration was arranged. I like that spirit.

Usually, my wife and I would take our children around from house to house, dressed up in various horrible ways, to "trick or treat", on our estate. This Halloween, however, we thought to celebrate in a different way. Ainan, Fintan and Tiarnan, went trick or treating accompanied by adults and their friends - while we went home, to surprise the children who came trick or treating.

Our house was dark. Just a single candle lit the living room onto which the front door opens. The large, wooden door to our home, lay closed, but for a tiny gap, waiting for the children to arrive.

It was funny what happened when they did. Most of them would see our silent, waiting front door and hesitate (I was looking through the spyhole). They would nudge and urge each other forward, and each would, in turn, resist being the first. Eventually, they would muster enough courage to begin to approach.

I would then begin to open the door very slowly - which, to them, would appear to open by itself. This would always stop them in their tracks. One pair even ran away, to leave their lonesome friend rooted to the ground: "You can't run away!" she cried, "Come back!". After much persuasion, they crept back, hesitantly.

The large, dark brown door to our home would continue to open, slowly, creakingly.

The kids would stop, fearful to proceed.

Then, they would see a ghostly figure in the room, revealed: white sheeted and still, lit from below by a single candle, carrying a basket full of sweets.

"Cool!", opined one brave kid, "Cool!"

The ghost would waft forward, slowly steadily, in silence, holding out the basket. Tellingly, some kids could not bring themselves to approach - and would, instead, let their friends take the sweets for them. Then they would hurry away, to safety.

One teenage girl, who should have been old enough to be brave, wouldn't approach at all. "No tricks, right? No tricks!". She looked and sounded nervous.

Her friends took the sweets for her and gave a pat on the head, touched by her sensitivity.

Once the sweets had been taken, the ghost wafted back into the room and the door began to close slowly, creakingly upon them. Children's eyes would follow the movement of the door, as if hypnotized - and then they would turn to leave, looking back, several times.

One group of boys could still be heard, walking away into the distance, shouting: "Cool! That was cool!"

Neither the door, nor the ghost, spoke a single word.

That was how we celebrated Halloween.

My thanks go to Syahidah, the "ghost", who had covered herself in a white blanket for the occasion. Lighting design by Syahidah. Self-propelled door by Valentine, creaks, by Nature.

We had a great time, successfully spooking quite a few kids, which, I think, should be the aim of Halloween.

I am glad that our estate has enough spirit not to be suppressed by the naysaying of one, childless, anonymous curmudgeon.

The children of the estate had a great time...my thanks to all the parents involved in arranging our Alternative Halloween Celebration. In particular, I would like to thank Karen McDowell and Christine, as organizers of the evening.

Special thanks goes to Syahidah, for suffering the heat of her costume and being such a scarey ghost.

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Happy Halloween, everyone!

Some things only gain meaning through parenthood. Halloween is one of them. What would Halloween mean for a person, were they not parents and able to see the dressing up and tricking and treating through their children's eyes? Little, I feel...but with children it becomes a magical night.

This evening, our neighbourhood, in Singapore, celebrated Halloween. The evening began at the home of the Reverend Jim Blumenstock and his wife, Karen, whose daughter Ella is a friend of Fintan's. They had made a wonderful effort to theme the party. Spooky spiders clung to walls and littered the path to their home. Ainan actually jumped at the sight of them as he came out of the lift and saw them. Bats, too, flew across the walls.

The party even had themed food. There were cupcakes made in the shape of black spiders - and boy did they look ugly. I said as much to Jim and he remarked: "That's a compliment." Indeed, it was. They had succeeded in making them look thoroughly unpalatable. I offered one to Tiarnan (twenty-one months) and he looked somewhat uncomfortably at it, staring as if not quite believing what I was offering and spoke, emphatically: "No...no...no!" It was funny. Apparently, he is not going to be eating too many spiders, then.

The party had parents and children, from babies to about seven or so. There was that camaraderie that comes from having a shared experience - parenthood - that made the atmosphere a convivial one. Indeed, so comfortable am I with being a parent and so used to others being parents, too, that I have somewhat forgotten what it was like to be otherwise. That time is long gone - and not really missed.

In the spirit of the evening, Karen had put together a squeamish task for the kids: finding a spider in a bag of goo. The "goo" was actually overdone pasta - and the children had to put the hands into the bag and hunt around in the mess to find the spiders. They really got into it, though a few declined out of fear.

Karen and Jim were very generous with the kids - and everyone got a box of chocolates to take away and some sweets. They also laid on some monster pizzas for the adults (apparently they were "New York style" - which seemed to mean that they came in pieces larger than the average house.) In the Singapore tradition, they rather overcatered, having enough pizza to last each adult a week. However, their generosity is appreciated.

Then we left the Blumenstocks for the trick or treating. In Singapore, the kids are usually rather mild and no real "tricking" seems to occur. It is all a case of treating. The kids traipse from house to house and receive sweets from the occupants. What I find interesting is how much effort the occupants of the homes made to engage the children. I am not sure whether this is common elsewhere. The houses that were treating were, in Singaporean fashion, pre-designated - meaning a list had been made of which houses wanted to be visited. These houses were each dressed up in a themed fashion. Cobwebs would hang across entrance ways, spiders and ghoulish heads would adorn walls and hang from above. One house in particular had boldly posted warnings of the dangers of entering and had ethereally lit witches sitting at its entranceway - which really spooked Tiarnan who looked most appraisingly at one, lest it prove dangerous. I only think he had the confidence to do so because he was clutched in my arms.

The winner for the evening of Most Spooky House, however, went to a Korean lady who did something most effective, yet understated.

Unlike all the other homes, no spiders adorned her walls or hung from the ceiling. No cobwebs gathered above. No apparitions beset one on the way to the door. There was nothing to indicate that she had made an effort at all. There was just a simple sign on the door. It read: "Knock hard!"

Tiarnan knocked, but not hard.

The door opened and there stood before us the most strange looking of women. She had long flowing black hair which had been combed forward to hide her face. Her features could not be seen apart from her mouth. Over this she had placed mirrored sunglasses. She addressed us in a long, drawn out ghoulish voice - the kind of voice one imagines dead people might use if they had a mind to speak. She also moved rather slowly, which only emphasized the spookiness of her presence.

Tiarnan grew tense in my arms.

She had a bowl of sweets in her arms. She offered it.

He reached out, slowly, carefully and picked one up.

She continued to speak spookily.

He held the sweet up to her, as if to say: "I have taken the sweet, I have done my part...now don't be so spooky anymore."

She didn't relent. She reached out to him with a clawed hand. "Are you scaaaarrrreed?" She asked, in her oddly Japanese sounding voice.

He didn't answer, he just looked, unable to tear his eyes away.

He sure was.

We left, after thanking her.

Shortly afterwards, we bumped into Syahidah who had become separated from us with the other boys. She went to the house we had just come from to show Fintan and Ainan...Tiarnan, however, hung back, his hand across his chest in the local symbol for "scared". "Tacot" (I will have to check the spelling) he said, which is Malay for "I am scared." He said it several times and wouldn't approach her home again.

So, both Tiarnan and Ainan got a scare that night...the only one not to was Fintan, who is of the more robust variety, in many ways.

The funniest house, by contrast, was one in which the residents had dressed their dogs up: one as a vampire, one as a devil, with flashing red horns. Hilarious.

Oh, did I mention that I was the only adult in costume? I went as a vampire, dressed in black with a red cape. Syahidah had powdered my face for that authentic undead look. It was toned, down, however, compared to the year before - because then it had been rather too authentic. Children had blubbed on seeing me, so "undead" did I look! (Thanks to Syahidah's make up skills). This year I went for a milder look and not a one child seemed to mind. They rather enjoyed it, in fact: a better result, then.

Apparently, the adults never dress up, here - but I was never one for paying too much heed to what others do. I thought it more fun to join in with the children. Ainan and Tiarnan were rather comic looking moustachioed dandies, that could have been vampires with very little trying, but it wasn't specified. Fintan was a pirate, in full regalia.

At one moment, as I walked with Tiarnan, he turned to me and said, most endearingly, while tapping my caped shoulder: "Vampire!" He seemed quite proud of his daddy. His expression made me smile. Perhaps he would remember me as vampire, that night. It was a good evening.

Happy Halloween, everyone, everywhere.

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