Theodore Garp

A Halloweenish Story about Pagans and the Catholic Church

I walked past a litany of ghosts, or more aptly, a series of children whose mothers cut two holes in a white blanket and mummies wrapped in gauze pads. Crisp blue skies yellowing and oranging and pinking into the horizon. And a jack-o-lantern in every third house. I could tell which homes had young children by how elaborate the decorations were and whether they were decorated at all. If I worked at the Census Bureau, Halloween decorations would've saved me a lot of time. Halloween also saved the Catholic Church a lot of time they would've spent killing pagans.