This was not to be in our county, which apparently decided about a month ago that celebrating this day of cavities and pudge on the day of his almighty wasn't in our best interest. Boy did we get the last laugh.
We saddled the horses, hitched up the wagon and made our way all the way across the county line on the 31st of October. We spent a long night imbibing, chanting (imperial march for every plastic Vader mask), pentagram drawing (it just happened to appear as hopscotch), candle burning (we burned candles) and shuffling around a 16 month old lion cub from stranger to stranger.
Last night, free of the complications in sharing this day of rampant paganism and devilry with Sunday, we did it all again. Thank you County Council, for allowing us to be our pagan best twice this year.
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