This is a night of true magick. Halloween is the night we discover who we are. Are we people who make zombie armies? Are we those who condemn others? Are we beautiful children in resplendent costumes collecting candy? Are our choices in costumes provocative? Do we dress up as our ideal self? Or are we not ready to decide what to be? Do you see it now? We use this one enchanted night to perform the greatest feat of magick there is. We become ourselves. Halloween is the true magick. It is the night we discover who we really are.
Why the hell were you drinking? –Uh, hello! It's a party. –It's a baby shower for the bastard child you humped into a filthy whore! –So I'm obviously not saying now, but one of these days... you're going to make the best grandma ever.
What the hell is that thing? –I'm afraid we're being visited upon by the Krampus. A puntitive spirit who once rode side-by-side with St. Nicholas each Christmas Eve, delivering terrible punishment to wicked children as Claus bestowed his gifts upon the righteous.