All Hallows Eve

Incidentally, that last night was also All Hallows’ Eve, and there was a special festival. Just light any other story, it was a dark and stormy night. We stood underneath the vaulted arches of the church and waited for it begin. A kindly woman explained to us, while we waited, how not to get 'painted red'. First out came the animals, scampering all about and clanging. They danced about until the nature folk- druids and the like- came forth to wander. Half were summer, adorned with fresh leaves and glittering green. The other half was winter, frosted with glinting ice. A woman leapt from the vine-wrapped stage, clinging to a black box. The top exploded, spewing purple light in the fading night. Red people came next, ripping up the streets with screams. Clothing hung off of their red bodies, wet with rain and glinting as they danced and jumped in celebration. We felt it coming before we heard it-the steady beats of drums and the crackle of fire. The soaked soles of my feet felt the rumbling ground as soldiers and torch-bearers solemnly marched forward to fill the gap.
In alternating lines of red and blue clad soldiers, an area opened up. Death marched up, glowing darkly and looming over the surrounding crowds. The king of summer rallied his men as the king of winter began to circle. Drums beat and people screamed. Sparks from the torches drifted lazily into the sky, mixing with the steam from hot bodies in the downpour. One by one, the men of summer were taken. Swords clashed as soldiers ran foreword, and the scurrying of animals dragging away bodies echoed in the square. Somewhere, an oven was fired, and suddenly the space was empty.
Summer and Winter stood side by side, winter sucking the life from Summer as he knocked him down the steps and grabbed his face with thick hands. Winter stood victorious, and his men paraded. Black-clad warriors with broad swords and axes marched around, flaming balls and chains were thrown, and a procession of drums approached. Eventually, the forces of nature came back. The King of Winter ran though the King of Summer. Quickly, in surprise, he knelt down by his dead brother. The anguish on his face was clear as Death approached with his servants. A woman in white appeared and fought them off, kneeling down by the body of Summer. She handed Winter his glowing heart in her hands, and then the celebration began. This time, not of victory but of marriage. The scavengers brought forth the food provided by Summer as an offering for Winter and his new bride.

The folklore behind this:
http://www.educationscotland.gov.uk/scotlandsstories/brideandangus/storyangus/index.asp
Another version:
https://salemsmoon.wordpress.com/gods/the-horned-god-oak-king-holly-king-and-green-man/