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There’s a big bag of candy in my refrigerator, so it must be the week of Halloween.
Before I was Jewish, Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. I loved wearing a costume, and I loved handing out candy at the door. After I became a Jew in my 40’s, it took me a while to sort out what I was going to do with Halloween.
My thoughts went like this:
I love Halloween! I am not going to give it up!
Halloween has its roots in both pagan practice and Catholic practice – it’s not for Jews.
— But I love Halloween!
Halloween is a holiday when we basically license people to do mischief – not very Jewish!
— But I love Halloween!
We have Purim for costumes, without the whole “trick or treat” protection racket.
— But I love Halloween!
… and so on.
I had no problem whatsoever letting go of Christmas, partly because it carried some bad memories, and partly because the religious aspect of it was quite real to me. Halloween was a lot harder to give up, because I had a lot of great Halloween memories, both as a child and as an adult, and its religious content was not as immediate to my experience.
However, I could not escape a simple fact: It isn’t a Jewish holiday, and there are things about it that are simply not right from a Jewish point of view.
After a lot of years of study and thought, I’ve decided to celebrate Halloween as a time for hospitality. I don’t dress up. I don’t decorate. But the kids who come to my door know that they can depend on me for some really high-quality candy – stuff that they like, or can trade to others for things they like more. And I let my non-Jewish friends know that they are welcome to bring their children by for a safe treat. I admire their costumes, I hand out the goodies, and it’s a day of goodwill all around.
Come Purim – look out! You never know what crazy thing I’ll wear!
