The kids will be done trick-or-treating, and eating
Huge handfuls of goodies, their Halloween haul
The next step, I know, will be crying, denying
The obvious truth, that they’ve eaten it all.
Their guts will be grumbling—no faking the aching
From too many candy bars, eaten too fast
It seems that’s the point of the season—no reason
To learn self-control and make chocolates last
On Halloween, kids Carpe Diem; you see ’em
With no other thought than of seizing the day
Save some for tomorrow? Unheard of! One word of
Advice to “save something” is fast pushed away
But…winter is coming, the darkness, the starkness,
The warmth disappearing along with the sun
We’ll probably think about sorrow tomorrow…
Tonight we can spare a few hours of fun.
The Cuttlekids have long since outgrown trick-or-treating, and in our neighborhood, the kids in the know all head to a newer development about a mile away, where the streets are paved with chocolate, the neighbors compete to outdo one another’s scary decorations, and every house hands out full-sized candy bars. Last year I think maybe six kids came to Cuttlehouse. And I swear, I wasn’t handing out bibles!
This year, I am alone with the dogs, so I’ll probably be the mean old man who keeps his lights off, if only to keep my dogs from having heart attacks as the two or three masked creatures come to the door.
Previous Halloween stuff:
Halloween Horrors!
Trick or Treat with Jesus
Blue Roses
It’s JesusWeen, Charlie Brown!
The JesusWeen Story
Wait–It’s JesusWeen Already?
Wow. I had no idea I had all that.
My favourite poem I’ve ever written was about Hallowe’en…
http://members.shaw.ca/tabbystudios/poem2.html
All the children, weird and spooky
Traverse through the chilly night
Behind their doors the people shiver
Forgetting to turn off the light
Hearts beat fast in abject fear
Sweat beads up on neck and brow
There is horror in the darkness
For they know what’s coming now
The air hangs still as no one breathes
They listen to the sounds of feet
And then the young call out to them
With hollow voices, “Trick or Treat”
Screams die fast on trembled lips
Clocks tick down the endless time
With choking sobs each person cries
“Go away! The candy’s mine!”
With morning comes the warming sun
The people wake as they hoped
But they find what their greed wrought
The trees TP’ed and windows soaped
With this dear friends, a lesson learned
Do not be wicked for the sweet
On Hallowe’en they venture forth
The scary children, Trick or Treat
I find myself huddling behind drawn curtains with the lights low. Hoping the Cuttledogs don’t get spooked, and wishing I’d know today was trick or treat night in this town when I was at the store earlier.