So you know my usual take on Halloween. I'm the scrooge of Halloween, it's my least favorite holiday, blah, blah, blah. But this year, something happened. A Halloween miracle if you will.
Each year, I try my very hardest to keep my "scroogeness" and disdain for this holiday a secret from my children. Afterall, I don't want to ruin what is one of the most fun holidays for them as little people. This year was no exception. We decided on costumes, bought candy, made purple and green kettle corn, carved pumpkins, yadda, yadda, yadda. When the time came to go trick or treating I decided to join the kids and Tom. The past few years I have opted out of the Trick or Treating portion of Halloween because of freezing weather, morning sickness, or baby duties. But this year, the weather was beautiful, I was feeling well, and Jacob was happy, so there was no excuse not to go. As we started the stroll down our long street, I looked around and it was literally like a scene from a movie. Tons of little kids running from door to door in their sweet costumes with pure joy on their faces. Most of the adults handing out candy were sitting on their front porches. One home had a little fire burning in front with chairs to gather around, and another home was offering hot chocolate and hot dogs! It was such a warm surprise to have our new street of homes be so festive and I hope this will be a tradition that is carried on for many years. I am a Halloween Scrooge, no more.
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