A frrrightful tale of ghosts and ghouls and monsters lies within….
… Are you sitting comfortably?
Well then I shall begin….
Our story takes us back in time,
Of days gone by we’ll speak.
Imagine if you will, one gloomy Saturday last week….
The doors were decked with pumpkins in the flickered candle light.
The cold moon crept behind a cloud as inward swept the night.
A creepy band of creatures from their houses each emerged.
Drawn out onto the murky streets on which they all converged.
A scary pack of beasties, little witches with their hats,
Frankensteins (From ASDA), zombies, spiders, cats and bats.
And far across the town was heard “The Knock” repeatedly,
The unmistaken tapping sound of child on PVC.
Standing on our doorstep my two giggled in delight,
Squeaking with excitement we were off to join the night…
This Halloween was different now our little girl is 3,
All dressed up as a pumpkin and enthralled by things spooky.
Whilst in his pushchair Mstr Tot, not quite sure what to think,
Sat quite perplexed with bright blue fur – (Sully from Monster’s Inc).
We met our friendly neighbours and their “Little Bat” – so sweet,
Who ran off with our Pumpkin on a quest to “Trick or Treat”.
They picked out quite a spooky house and pressed upon the bell,
(kept it pressed a bit too long, whilst knocking hard as well).
A witch appeared behind the door, my tot begins to talk…
While all the rest shout “Trick or Treat” she yells “Baby can walk!??”
She quickly catches on though as her bag fills up with sweets,
We pester her to “thank you” as she gathers up her treats.
But pumpkins soon get sleepy, and so back to home we head,
The kids now full of sugar both vibrate themselves to bed.
Early the next morning, my Miss Tot can’t wait to play…
She wants to Trick or Treat and have another spooky day!
She loved the scary monsters and the creatures of the night.
She giggled at the zombies, hunted spiders with delight.
Her heart is clearly broken when we try to then explain:
“It’s going to be a while until it’s Halloween again…”
I hate to see her sad, and so I ponder, then I say…
“Santa Claus will soon be here to see you on his sleigh!”
Which seems to have a strange effect as tears form in her eyes?
My cheery Christmas countdown wasn’t meant to traumatise??
But in a little outburst she explains just why she’s wary…
“I don’t like Christmas time” she cries,
…. “Santa’s really scary!”