October 31st…“DID YOU EVER QUESTION THE ORIGIN OF HALLOWEEN?”
POEM – “Halloween’s Quirk” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Back in the day, As a wee little squirt,
It didn’t seem to matter, It didn’t seem to hurt,
To scare the bahjeebers, Out of fat or lean,
Each day, Once a year, On the night, Halloween.
For the rest of the year, I was taught to be good,
To do all the things, That I knew I should.
But here, On this night, T’was o.k. to blast,
With screams n goblins, And ghosts from the past.
I never had really, Given much thought,
Of this holiday’s genesis, Till I sought,
To know more about, Why each gal and guy,
Would look for witches, On brooms in the sky.
I found that some churches, On November one,
Would celebrate saints, Who believed in God’s Son.
The night before, All Hallow’s Day,
Was All Hallow’s Eve, Set aside to pray.
All Hallow’s Eve, Became Halloween,
But a dark side came out, For all to be seen.
God’s children on earth, Were called a saint,
But what happened in darkness, Seemed to taint,
The first intent, Church Fathers had hoped,
But centuries later, Society’s still doped,
Into thinking if we, Dress up the kids,
In costumes so cute, Folks’ll flip their lids.
And hand out candy, Then wave goodbye,
It seems to gloss over, The reason why,
To make ghosts n goblins, Of each little squirt,
Just confuses life’s issues, Within Halloween’s quirk.