Conjuring images of witchcraft and spells
Cauldrons and fires and dead scary tales
Spooky old houses full moon late at night
All the young children moving with fright
Candy and costumes they roam through the streets
No matter how frightening they’ll score their sweet treats
Night it progresses and the young ones head home
The older ones braver continue to roam.
The night it gets colder as stars fade on out
But the older and fearless they stick to their routes
Finally they come the last house on the block
It was scary and eerie but on the door they did knock
It squeaked as it opened on a very slow pace
The wind it blew out very cold on their face
To stay or to run the answer came quick
As the witch left the house on a fiery broomstick.

28 years ago today our youngest child was born.

He is our Halloween treat.

Happy birthday Nick.

Love from Mama and Popi