“I’ll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.”
Author Unknown
Is there anything more sad than kids being sick for a holiday? I remember having the mumps as a kid one Christmas, but I don’t think I was ever ill on Hallowe’en.
Luckily, Pip and Fig didn’t really know what they were missing. Neither of them remember last Hallowe’en, so when we told Pip about ‘trick-or-treaters’ coming to the door, she was incredibly excited. It didn’t even occur to her that she might go around to other people’s homes.
Our Hallowe’en went down like this:
First, we decorated the house, carved the pumpkin, decorated our front landing and got into costume. Next, we had a little photo shoot and Pip enacted various scenes from The Wizard of Oz.
It was only five o’clock, but the girls started to watch for trick-or-treaters.
They waited, and waited, and finally, their cousins were brave enough to approach the house of illness. Thank you family. That visit was the highlight of our night! Dorothy, the Tin Man and the Wicked Witch of the West had a brief, but exciting visit in our front foyer. They were each asked to utter a few lines from the play and our lovely little witch said, “I love you Dorothy!” Not necessarily the best character study, but certainly a heart-warmer.
After about five minutes, the cousins left our home to continue with the Hallowe’en festivities, and Pip turned to me and said, “That sure was fun, Mama.”
Bless her little heart.