Give it to the food pantry. And next year, get something that you will eat; even if it’s not candy.
Also good ideas.
– I had zero, as expected. But there was one year when kids did show up and I didn’t have anything handy to offer; so now I get a bag each of a couple things I will eat, slowly over the next couple of months.
– I think a lot of the fading is that now most places, around here anyway, have some sort of official trick-or-treat party with lots of treats and other costumed kids all in one place. Though the problem with that theory is that I don’t think they then usually radiate out from there and go trick-or-treating all around the village after collecting their pile from the official party. Or maybe they do, and I just don’t know it because I’m six miles away and they don’t get this far.
A lot of my immediate neighbors are Old Order Mennonite, and they don’t do Halloween – unless you count selling pumpkins to the general neighborhood.
There’s a treats map to list your house on with nextdoor, and may be some elsewhere; but I didn’t want to buy enough candy to feel confident about doing that, just in case. Maybe in my location I would still have had almost nobody, but it didn’t feel right to list on a treat map and only buy two bags of candy.
– I have faint memories of, in the 1950’s, being driven around a rural neighborhood to the houses of people who we knew. I was probably wearing a cat costume. The clearest part of the memory is of walking up a long driveway in the dark to a particular house, alone. Whoever was driving me (I can’t remember whether it was both parents or one) stayed in the car; and my sisters, by the time I was old enough to go, were considered too old (they would have been in their mid to late teens). We knew all these people, after all; and Halloween was supposed to be a little bit scary.
I don’t think it was done at the time to go to other neighborhoods just because the pickings were better there. However, while some of us had few houses to go to, IIRC we got full sized candy bars. And a standard size candy bar in the 50’s was a good deal bigger than one today.
Did you have your outdoor lights on? That’s the signal, around here, that you’re playing the game.