Just when did Halloween become such a big deal?

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As I sneakily write this column at work, with my boss safely out of sight in an all-day meeting, it’s Halloween.

It’s all change since I was a girl and now October 31 is practically a holiday with the shops bursting at the seams with orange and black tinsel, decorative skulls and more pumpkins than you can make a scary face at.

Is it just me or has this holiday exploded?

I remember visiting family over in America in October one year and was surprised at how big a celebration it is there. There were people with their gardens decorated as haunted houses, entire warehouses selling costumes and my cousin told me on October 31 there will be countless trick-or-treaters at her door.

At that time the only decorations you could buy at Halloween were pumpkins but now, 10 years later, we have jumped on Halloween as a big celebration.

During a trip round the supermarket yesterday I spotted dozens of costumes, ranging from tiny baby size right up to fully grown adults and even pet outfits if you fancy dressing Rover up as Dracula.

There was a range of spooky plates, cups and napkins and a whole aisle of polystyrene gravestones and life-size skeletons.

I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the range of Halloween flowers on offer - yes, bouquets featuring orange and black flowers as well as a glitter coated skull ornament.

It’s a far cry from when I went guising as a child.

With my hollowed out turnip in hand and my costumer derived from whatever my mum could muster from her wardrobe and the pantry, I would be laughed out of the school party by kids today.

I feel a bit bah-humbug towards the whole thing and can’t believe the amount of capitalism surrounding a day which, in my opinion, doesn’t even count as a holiday or celebration.

Apparently, Halloween is now the biggest money-making celebration for the shops apart from Christmas and judging by how my daughter Emma is tackling it, I quite believe it.

She has spent a fortune on costumes for herself, her husband and wee Jack and she spent hours on Tuesday baking gory-looking cupcakes and coffin shaped biscuits to hand out to what she calls trick-or-treaters.

Well, that really got my goat.

Halloween started as a Celtic celebration and now we don’t even call the visitors on October 31 guisers, instead adopting the American-ised term.

I’ll admit, I have got a supply of fun sized chocolates in for the guisers, but I’ve decided I’ll only dish them out if they perform a joke, poem or song - not simply ring the 
bell and shout ‘trick or 

For those children that dare shout ‘trick or treat’, I could be the scariest thing they’ll see this Halloween

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