Until recently–okay, yesterday–it never occurred to me to wonder how Halloween came about. (Rats, not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, even though there are no rules against it . . . let me think . . . )
–it never occurred to me to wonder how Halloween came about, boo-yah. (There, that’s better.)
Halloween may have originated with the Celts, who had a festival called Samhain, where they’d light big-ass fires and wear costumes to ward off ghosts. Apparently, ghosts were easily fooled way back in the 10th century.
Like most things before the Internet, the exact origins are blurry. Pope Gregory III designated November 1 as All Saints’ Day and incorporated some Samhain stuff to appease the newly converted Celts. Or maybe he didn’t. At any rate, the day before All Saints’ Day was called All Hallow’s Eve–Halloween.
And, as we all know from The Crow, the day before Halloween is called Devil’s Night and a bad day to get married; you won’t get married, on account of your significant other being murdered by bad guys, but hey, a year later, you’ll come back as a wraith with a crow sidekick.
To sum up, a Celtic celebration meant to honor the dead and observe the coming of winter is now an excuse to beg for candy and wear Charlie Sheen masks.