My Halloween traditions start in late september.
First I check if I have any scary tunes available. If not, I better start preparing one.
Then I make sure Halloween is in October, not November. Those two months tend to blend in my mind as a general “deep autumn times”, when the passage of time is measured by the solidity of rain, and whether it moves vertically or horizontally.
At this point I usually get angry during a visit to the grocery store: Yes, Christmas chocolates have already found it’s way to the shelves.
Stupid, delicious Christmas chocolates.
Then I write stuff, post something like GHASTLY GRAVY, and finally forget Halloween exists at all.