I don't know that I've ever really liked Halloween. I say that because I can't remember too much about what I did on Halloweens. I can remember going out a few times as a kid on Halloween but nothing really stands out in my mind. I can't remember whether I had a really good time or not.
There's something about seeing kids dressed up in their costumes and being happy about going to pumpkin mazes and scary hay rides that makes me smile but also nostalgic for something that I missed. Although I live too far out in the country for kids to come for trick or treat, I bought a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch at a local church and put it on the front porch. I think that the squirrels will enjoy it.
The origin of the jack-o'-lantern evidently traces back to the Irish legend of Stingy Jack, a greedy, gambling, hard drinking old farmer who tricked the devil into climbing a tree, and trapped him by carving a cross into the trunk of the tree. In revenge, the devil placed a curse on Jack which dooms him to forever wander the earth at night. This bedtime story was told by Irish parents to their children. Not particularly something that would make me want to go to sleep.
I hope that everyone has a safe and happy time on this All Saint's Eve. And that your sleep is free of goblins.