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Halloween Report

Our family is not at home about 50% of the time at night, not to mention when residing in two different places, we’re home already about 50% of the time.  Delving into my math genius of a mind, I would calculate that to be about a 25% chance that you’ll catch us “in”.

When it comes to the devilish holiday of Halloween, I’d just as soon skip giving sugar to other people’s kids dressed as witches, goblins, and ghosts, not that I’d know a goblin if I saw one.  However, in the interest of good community relations, our kids put on their jammies, settled in for Peanuts’ film, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”, and Benedetto agreed to man the front door.  After all, how could I as a woman “man” the door, right?

This year, it appears that the economy has hit all-time lows, or children have reached new heights in their need for sugar, because, I’m tellin’ ya, we had scores of kids cross our lawn.  Actually, they can’t cross the lawn, because we have landscaping set up that ensures they walk the long circular driveway.  Or, of course, if they try to have their tootsies tread over our territory, we could always wipe them out with the automatic sprinklers….

It’s not like we went all-out, or anything.  Usually, we’ll have a pumpkin sit near the front door, or put out some colorful Indian corn hanging here or there.  This year, zippo.  We turned on the front floodlights.

Still they came.  Undeterred by uplighted, pumpkin-less setting, kids on a quest for candy made their way to Mecca.  Benedetto delighted them with Peanut M&Ms, PayDays, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.  I must admit that while our kids were at sports, one of the PB Cups might have made it to my lips, but all in a desire to check that they were well and fine for the other kiddies.

Thankfully, we have no doorbell, and I think that’s on purpose.  Still they came, wave after wave of sugar-crazed kids intent on getting in, grabbing the loot, and getting out.  Any attempt to engage them in conversation was fruitless because it hindered them in their mission of more – more – more candy.

Lots came from other neighborhoods.  One family even drove their old jalopy into our circular driveway, which I felt required a bit of chutzpah on their part.

Upon arriving at our door, the boy asked, “Hey man, gotta an extra bag?”  His plastic bag had already split.

Benedetto told him to get lost.  I, on the other hand, would have probably helped him to double-bag it.

Once, my husband was on an important phone call.  A friend was calling with a report on our house after the hurricane (all was well, thank you, Lord), and so I had to answer the door.

Three black teen girls stood before me, plastic masks flipped up so I could see their faces.  “Trick or Treat!” they said sweetly.

I emerge with my bowl of candy.  “Would you like a Trick or a Treat?” I chuckle.

They look at me blankly.

“Just teasing you…” I reassure.  “Are you having a good night?” I hand each a big candy.


I spot them eyeing my bowl.  I wonder if I’ve been stingy?  I decide to ask the Candy King when he’s off the phone.

“Do you ever bring the candy bowl to the door?” I ask.

“Are you kidding?  I count the kids and bring the exact number to them.  One year, a kid tried to grab the bowl from me!” he recounted.

According to Benedetto, this year, there were more mothers taking around their little children.  I guess the guys were on Door Duty, same as him.  He tells of a teen about 15, wearing a spiderman costume, split all the way down the back.

“Hey, I think your costume is a little small,” my husband calls after him.

“Yeah, it was last year’s…” he admits, while we wonder if he has a kid brother tied up and left in the bushes somewhere.

Four teen girls brought a young brother and sister.  The older girls all had cat faces painted on, but refused any candy, instead enthusing, “You have a beautiful house.”

“Good try,” I tell him, “did you give them more candy?”

He laughed, and said he stuck to a strict rule of one piece per person, carefully monitored by our children who were also eyeing the candy bowl.  The howling Scotties had been locked away as they kept tabs of their own.

One mother asked her little boy, coaxing him, “What do you say?”

“Trick or Treat!”

“No, after you get the candy….”


Smiles all around.

So, the evening was not a total loss, lasting from about 6:30 to 8:00 pm, not bad at all.  In years past, we had the odd teen or two show up around 9:00 or 10:00 pm, but not this year.

Nice, easy, simple.  Toss a few candies and all is well with the world.

Just as long as we aren’t toiletpapered by night….  There’s always the other house to consider.



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