We don our Sunday clothes on Saturday or we throw on a cape (and maybe a wig).
We light candles or we switch on flashlights.
We sing hymns or we carve faces into pumpkins.
We hold hands in a pew or hold hands crossing a twilit street.
We cry (and sometimes smile a little) to remember those who have died or we smile (or sometimes cry a little) to see the children gathered at our door, pillow cases ready to be filled with treats, not tricks.
No matter how we celebrate this day,
today is one day of the year
we look Death in the face and
say, “You don’t scare us!”
And just for today,
we mean it.