Last night, we had fun with our friendly pumpkins smiling at the folks in cars driving by, and were surprised to have one brave little knock from a wee soul at our front door. She was a little girl who had befriended our youngest the day we arrived here and were still living at the hotel. She lives just down the road from us, but was driven by her mother around the area for her candy cache.
The eldest son here just wore his old Canucks shirt, playing hockey outside until it was too dark to continue, and enjoyed a relaxing night as a macho older teen hoping for candy and more candy all night long. Knowing too he could sleep in a bit today, as they all had no school today due to the Feast of All Saints Day, he stayed up later than usual, hoping for even more candy after the little ones were asleep.
There were no doorbell jingles, no hard roughhouse knocking on the glass of the front door, no screaming and scary monsters dressed to terrorize the little ones, no cars moving along the street, no scary threatening fireworks thrown at our children or our car as we drove by the silly city slickers having what they perceive to believe is "fun" to ruin it for everyone else just out to have a good and safe time. There’s always someone out to wreck it for the innocent party goers.
We were prepared for 200 visitors…just in case, and ended up with only 1. The horrible dilemma today is what to do with all those goodies leftover!
HA!
Pumpkin walkway though no one was near.