As I have recently been informing my ever-attentive friends and family members, the period between Thanksgiving and New Year\u2019s Eve \u2014 what I like to call \u201cMeteorologically Icy and Nippy Time of Year in Which Everything Smells Pleasant,\u201d or MINTYWESP \u2014 is a source of great emotionally charged delight, for me, at least. From the instant a beaming Al Roker severs the ribbon at the Macy\u2019s parade to the televised ignition of the celebratory fireworks ushering in the New Year, I\u2019m in full-out, no-questions-asked holiday season mode. (Think the \u201cCrazy Target Lady\u201d from that store\u2019s ad campaign, sans gift-wrapping skills.) The frenzy of Black Friday, the palpable approach of winter, the welcome celebration of my birth, the exquisiteness of the seven fishes at our annual family gatherings! See, now I\u2019m getting choked up. But first there\u2019s Halloween. Now, I don\u2019t dislike Halloween at all; I can safely say that I\u2019m not looking forward to any impending ecological disaster that will result in the \u201ccancellation\u201d and \u201crescheduling\u201d of the holiday this year. (For the past two years, I\u2019ve always imagined this scenario as some 1970s Rankin\/Bass holiday stop-motion special in which a tightly buttoned, overbearing oligarchy crushes the poor children\u2019s dreams by stealing their jack-o\u2019-lanterns and banning all things fun and spooky; panic in the streets!) How can Halloween be \u201ccanceled,\u201d anyway? Wouldn\u2019t that require canceling All Saints\u2019 Day? Wouldn\u2019t we have to confer with the pope in order to do that?! No, I don\u2019t dislike Halloween. In fact, as of this writing, I plan on dressing up as Breaking Bad\u2019s hit man extraordinaire, Mike Ehrmantraut \u2014 unless plans to recreate the ensemble cast of that TV drama with my friends fall through. Speaking as a performer, there\u2019s no greater thrill than to embody a completely different personality \u2014 if only for a day. I just feel as though Halloween is a serious hindrance to my personal cheer-preparation process as I advance closer to my MINTYWESP festivities. I also don\u2019t enjoy the consumption of any candy that isn\u2019t called Twix. I also don\u2019t enjoy having to remind the neighborhood tykes to say \u201cTrick or Treat!\u201d with gusto and clear articulation, because otherwise my mom won\u2019t give them any sweets, only coins for UNICEF. (I\u2019m not joking.) On a somewhat deeper level, I find it intriguing that our society has an entire holiday devoted to scaring people and celebrating the grotesque. Although the day\u2019s traditions are based on a deeply rooted, trans-societal veneration of and communication with the dead, Halloween has certainly become more commercial, if not more laughable. October marketing campaigns and television ads for clothing and confectionery that once featured fear-inducing imagery are now preposterous spots in which juvenile princesses, Draculas, and Kung Fu Pandas dance to pop song parodies. As Halloween is becoming an increasingly kid-centered affair \u2014 or perhaps as I\u2019m becoming more aware of its saccharine artificiality that could rival that of Fun Dip \u2014 candy and costume marketing has been tempered into half-baked demonstrations of blatant corporate greed, with haphazard splashes of orange and black thrown in to remind the audience of the real \u201creason for the season\u201d \u2026 which is \u2026? Perhaps the ultimate fright of Halloween for me is that I can\u2019t easily define its true purpose outside of an economic context or historical tradition. I may as well just enjoy it as a last hurrah before my final high school MINTYWESP. I need to get my Mike Ehrmantraut on, anyway. Happy Halloween. Nicholas Dehn is a senior at Wilton High School. He shares this column with five classmates.