It's Halloween, and I celebrate it the way I always do ... with no doorbells ringing.
I turn off my porchlight (which I leave on 24/7 364 days a year) because I don't choose to spend my evening watching parents chivy their children down my sidewalk, checking to ensure that the 'treats' they receive from me don't include drugs, razor blades or other harmful "stuff".
In fact, I disconnected my doorbell years ago. Nobody who ever rang my doorbell had something to say that I wanted to hear. Most of them wanted to express their disappointment that I did not accept Jesus as my personal savior. It never occurred to them that "Personal" was the operative word.
Or else, they wanted to campaign for their favorite politician. As the lone Conservative in a Liberal college town, I soon learned when I moved here that the doorbell ringers didn't want a dialogue .. they wanted to proselytize. The smarmy bastards soon left when I presented a counter argument.
Or maybe the fact that I answered the door NUDE was a bit off-setting.
(Okay, I never actually did that .. but I wanted to!)
Still, I don't think that's an entirely appropriate way to greet trick-or-treaters.