My Love-Hate Relationship with Halloween

I spend so much time complaining about how much I hate Halloween, that I think it's pretty obvious that I actually love Halloween. Or at least love to hate Halloween.

Or something like that.

I'm ranting In the Powder Room about what Halloween has become as compared to my Platonic ideal of the holiday in Halloween, You Have Betrayed Us.

 

Do you love Halloween? Hate Halloween? Or honestly, just not care?