All Work and No Play

I remember the houses that never gave out treats, They stood alone, foreboding and yet alluring. Our eyes peered, searching for life, ready to act when the attic light started flickering. We expected a silhouette of a man unshaven, grinning and beckoning us with his bloody axe.

Fast forward 40 years, I rush home from work still to get a pumpkin and carve it. I’m too late for the candy and buy a box of regular size O’Henrys. The tots are beginning to arrive in their bunny costumes. And I wonder after all if Wendy and Jack were just tired.

Inspired by the Spooky Season. Photo from the Bettmann Archive.