Is there anything better than Halloween evening? The anticipation of the night’s events fills the air from the moment everyone in my household stumbles into the kitchen in the morning. As we now know that I’m a candy hog, my candy bowl is overflowing a week prior to Halloween, ready for trick-or-treaters. As daylight fades, dusk settles, and the streetlights slowly begin to glow, I peer out the windows and wait for the littles to arrive.
Except, no one ever shows up.
It’s a sad reality I have yet to admit. We have somehow landed in a house that is not on any major trick or treating route. Just up the road and around the corner, the street is filled with parades of parents pulling wagons and kids darting across lawns to collect as much loot as possible. I walked those streets with my children in years past, and it’s a fairly lucrative loop. Perhaps it felt that way because as soon as we arrived home and the kids started sorting through their candy, I would throw in all of the untouched candy in our untouched Halloween bowl. Their piles would double, the trading would commence, and the fact that our doorbell rang not once would disappear from my mind.
This year, my grumblings about lack of trick-or-treaters got results. It may not have been Halloween yet, but I finally got a trick-or-treater! Thanks, mom. You’re the best!