All Hallows’ Eve

I don’t celebrate Halloween – although I don’t fault those who do.  It seems to me that despite its obvious pagan affinities, it is more in the spirit of fun rather than serious devil worship.  (And, after all, Jesus had his own zombie army awakened by his war cry– see Matthew 27:50-53.)

Still, to me, the end of October is associated with a little burst of Indian summer, not at all the dark days of the Winter Solstice when our mood becomes more grip (perhaps as a result of Seasonal Affective Disorder).  I personally prefer my horror in literature (M. R. James or the Book of Enoch), or in the camera work of Hitchcock.  But lest I be a complete spoilsport, let me at least include a brief excerpt of my favorite werewolf bar mitzvah song: