In all of my adult life before last year, we’d had 3 trick-or-treaters…combined. And one said, “No thanks, I’m just with my friends.”
Last year we moved into a neighborhood. The previous owner gave us numerous tips at the closing, about the furnace, the sticky back door–home ownerly things. He also warned us to be prepared for Halloween. Grateful for the heads up and determined to be neighborly, I stocked up on about 125 large bars of candy. I had a giant bowl near the door and extra tucked out of sight to refill as the night went on. My kids went out and I turned on the front light around 6:15. Barely an hour later I had to turn out the light. The bowl, and every extra bar, was empty! Before 7:30 the outside lights…and the inside ones were dark and I was camped out in the basement to avoid detection.
This year, I was determined not to be the house whose lights went out before the little minions even went to bed. I couldn’t find the kind of big bars I’d handed out last year. I did, however fill the cart with bags totaling 600+ pieces of candy. I crossed my fingers and hoped it would be enough. I’ll admit to tucking away a few pieces of my favorite candies in case the bowls were once again empty.
This time two giant bowls stood ready near the door, and more candy was on hand to replenish. And the bars were small so when revelers knocked I invited them to take a few. Only one girl took a whole mitt full. Many selected just one.
At 7:45 I had nearly reached the bottom…of the first bowl. The stream of costumed ghouls trickled and stopped. I’d expected to feel pleased that I’d prepared well enough for the candy-seeking hordes. Instead, I felt a little disappointed that I hadn’t been able to give more away. I’d studied–where was the test?
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy chocolate. But there was a LOT of candy left and the boys hadn’t even brought their own hauls home yet.
One completely unopened bag ended up going to the annual collection at school for our troops. The other unopened bag is now earmarked for the four PD sessions I’m leading next week. If my participants don’t need it, I may by the second half of the day. I hid my favorites from everyone in the house…including myself (out of sight out of mind until I’m really desperate for a chocolate fix). The rest–the whoppers and snickers and non-chocolate candies I sorted and displayed for family sharing.
What a difference a year makes.