Do you believe in spooky ghosts and goblins that roam the earth? Do you believe in witches that cast spells to turn you into a toad? Do you believe in Vampires that suck out all your blood and leave you "high and dry"? Do you believe in men that can turn into a werewolf at the sign of a full moon?
Why do we like to be scared?
Why do we celebrate such a pagan holiday when we should be faithful to our one and only Father in Heaven, God - as our duty as a Christian being?
Halloween is only as scary as we make it out and most of the characters associated with Halloween are only make-believe.
This page is dedicated to this fun and awkward "holiday". BOO!!
Humpty Pumpky sat on a wall,
Humpty Pumpky had a great fall.
All the ghoulie's horses and
All goblin men
Enjoyed pumpkin pie
Again and again!!
~~~HA HA HA!!!~~~
The story of the Jack-O-Lantern comes from an Irish folklore. As the tale is told, a man named Jack, who was notorious as a drunkard and trickster, tricked the devil into climbing a tree. Jack then carved an image of a cross in the tree-s trunk, trapping the devil up the tree. Jack made a deal with the devil that, if he would never tempt him again, he would promise to let him down the tree. According to the folk take, after Jack died, he was denied entrance to Heaven because of his evil ways, but he was also denied access to Hell because had tricked the devil. Instead, the devil gave him a single ember to light his way through the frigid darkness. The ember was placed inside a hollowed-out turnip to keep it glowing longer. The Irish used turnips as their "Jack's lanterns" originally. But when they came to America, they found that pumpkins were far more plentiful than turnips. So the Jack-O-Lantern in America was a hollowed-out pumpkin, lit with an ember.
The picture below is by a very talented artist, Kayomi. Please visit her site linked below!!
Haunted
by Shel Silverstein's book "Falling Up"
I dare you all to go into
The Haunted House on Howlin' Hill,
Where squiggly things with yellow eyes
Peek past the wormy window sill.
We'll creep into the moonlit yard,
Where weeds reach out like fingers,
And through the rotted old front door
A-squeakin' on its hinges,
Down the dark and whisperin' hall,
Past the musty study,
Up the windin' staircase --
Don't step on the step that's bloody --
Through the secret panel
To the bedroom where we'll slide in
To the ragged cobweb dusty bed
Ten people must have died in.
And the bats will screech,
And the spirits will scream,
And the thunder will crash
Like a horrible dream,
And we'll sing with the zombies
And dance with the dead,
And howl at the ghost
With the axe in his head,
And -- come to think of it what do you say
We go get some ice cream instead?
Settin' Around
by Shel Silverstein's book "Fallin Up"
Settin' 'round the campfire
With a Werewolf, a Ghoul, and a Vampire,
I told 'em the story of Murderin' Mack,
And the Ghoul ran off screamin'
And never came back.
Settin' 'round the campfire
With the Werewolf and the Vampire,
I told 'em the tale of the Three-Headed Ed,
And the Werewolf ran home
And hid under the bed.
Settin' 'round the campfire,
Just me and that ol' Vampire,
I read him the poem of the skeleton bone,
And now it's just me,
Settin' here all alone.
No one actually knows for sure if witches truly exist or not, but accounts of witches and trials actually took place in the 1600's in Salem, MA during the Quaker period. Witches were said to have been seen dancing 'round a fire and placing "spells" on people and causing riots in a small town. Settlers of the town would point fingers and call a witch trial to order. Witches would be hanged or burned at the stake or drowned, if they were true witches, they would survive or "save themselves". If they weren't...they'd die. To find out more about Salem witches, you can click on the link provided.
Me-Stew
by Shel Silverstein's book "Where the
Sidewalk Ends"
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water -- I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell -- and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!
The baby bat screamed out in fright "Turn out the dark! I'm afraid of the light!" :c)
The Witches Spell
by William Shakespeare
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Fillet of a fenny snake
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble!
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Adopt Broomhilda for your Halloween page at my friend
Fairy AngelStar's Halloween site!!
