Think this year I might encourage the kids to go to the family mausoleum and pick up some goodies and relics, which will ready them for yule, life, birth, and for hell (which isn't an eternally bad place, it's just where you can have a wash before you're born again) and then rebirth.
Or I might ply them with processed factory trash riddled with sugar after having ordered online their obsolete costumes made by slaves in Asian sweatshops. X