Boo humbug

I t happens every year, but I just can't give up. The jack-o-lantern was placed on the front steps. A pot of bright yellow mums was on the other side. Standing by the handrail was a wooden witch with a black cat holding a Happy Halloween sign. The lights were on. I even kept the wooden front door open and the foyer light on. On the table in the entry hall were two large lit candles. More candles were visible in the darkened dining room at the end of the hall. I don't know how to describe this thing without making it sound tacky, but it's basically a water fountain in a frosted glass stand that has vapor rolling from it as well the water falling. In its base is a soft light that changes color. I thought the vapor was nice Halloween touch. The candy, all miniature Hershey candy bars, were in the bowl with the green hand emerging from the bottom. When something gets too close to the hand, it moves and says, "Get away from my candy." I had my pointed witch hat ready. In fact, I wore it to work today with one of my basic black work dresses and make-up that hinted at gothiness. I stopped short of actually dressing in costume this year. Not a soul came to my door. Damn! My family and I are the only people on my block who are under sixty, and I just guess the kids have given up. I can't though. As long as little goblins are out there and full of trickery, I will be prepared.

Halloween