Well I'm officially a failure at Halloween. I went out and bought a 100 piece bag of goodies to give out last night, and then on the way home from work I bought another 100 piece bag just to be sure I had enough. There's nothing worse than having to say no to eager trick or treaters.
So how many kids came to the door? Guess. Seven kids. That's right seven. This was because they were all skipping our house. Why were they skipping our house? Because we didn't decorate. I did put candles in the windows to make it look spooky, but that made no difference. Essentially, the kids went to all the decorated houses for candy.
I really love to give the candy out on Halloween. I especially love the little ones who approach the door shyly. When they receive the candy, you can feel the little thrills bubbling up through their little costumed bodies. Unbridled excitement.
I love seeing this because it reminds me of how much I loved Halloween as a kid, it takes me back to a time when a piece of candy from a stranger was a nirvana like experience, something that as adults we feel far too infrequently.
Serge came up with a song last night that he teased me with until bedtime.
"You don't know how to do Halloween,
Na- Na -Na -Na -Naaaaa- Na"
I made pouty lips.
Now I've got to figure out how to unload 193 little candy bars.
And next year, I'll be decorating.