Saddest Halloween Ever
I love Halloween. I mean what could be more fun then getting to dress up as whatever you want and begging for candy.
It’s just fun.
One of my favorite parts, ok, honestly my most favorite part, is giving out the candy. I love it, it’s so much fun to hold the big bowl full of candy and listen for the knock on the door.
It is great seeing all the kids dressed up in silly, or cute, or “scary” costumes and to watch them grin when I drop candy into their bags.
Last year, in Columbia we had 87 trick or treater’s. It was a blast. Jason took the kids out to collect Candy and I manned the house distributing candy. Like we do every single year.
This year same deal. I have the huge bowl of candy. I have costume for the kids and I have lots and lots of excitement about handing out candy and meeting lots of kids and their moms and dads.
6:45pm. I sent Jason and the kids off, it was dark and seemed about the time to start. I saw some other trick or treaters at the end of our street. Excitement mounted. They would be here any minute. Except, they never came.
So, no big deal, maybe they turned in another direction first, they’d be back this way.
7:15pm. No one yet. But still early, no problem. Jason and the kids still out all was well.
7:30pm. Starting to worry. Jason returns with Willoweve, whose feet are tired and Quinn who has a stinky diaper. They are going to stay home to “Help” mommy, daddy and Xavier headed back out to get more candy
Yeah – like we need more. I bought candy for about 90 kids, and still not a single trick or treater.
7:45pm. I think I am going to cry. I am sitting here watching dragon tales on TiVo with Willoweve and Quinn and not a single child has come to our house to collect candy.
7:56pm. About this time back in Columbia things started to slow down. Most of the elementary kids were back home and now the middle school crowd were out. For the next hour or so things thinned out. Then tapered off completely by nine. Here in West Seattle there is no tapering off because there was never anyone to begin with.
There must be kids trick or treating because people bought the candy in the grocery store and people are giving candy to my kids, heck I even saw some of them. But they aren’t coming here.
My lights are on. I have a kitty cat Jack O Lantern in the window. I have a huge bowl of candy.
I feel rejected. What’s wrong with my house.
Maybe my front garden is too weedy. Or maybe the people who lived here last year didn’t give out candy.
8:03pm. They came – two of them, a gorilla and… I’m not sure what the other one was. Hell for all I know Jason paid them to come – don’t care – we had trick or treaters. I gave them both a big handful of candy. Maybe they’ll tell their friends.
Hmmm, I think next year I’ll buy less candy. This has by far been my saddest Halloween ever.