One Halloween at the end of the last century of the last millenium
my friend Barb and I joined our families together
for a fun night of trick or treats.
A paleontologist, an alien and a cat (?)
went door to door
with a knight, a wizard and a fairy princess.
When we walked down the main street of Courtenay
people kept saying, "Great costume, Dumbledore!"
"I'm just a wizard," was lost in the cotton ball beard.
Fairy princess and cat (?) grew tired.
After bags and buckets were filled
with sweets for the sweet
we gathered in Barb's street
for the neighbourhood potato gun blasting of pumpkins.
Fireworks popped and cracked nearby
but the potato gun's blast and shatter thrilled the kids
to no end.
The parents didn't exactly stand back
and keep their hands in their pockets either.
The knight, the wizard and the fairy princess
were followed by another a few years later.
I don't remember what she dressed up as for her first Halloween.
This year that little sister is thirteen
and uninterested in going door-to-door calling out 'trick or treat!'
She did go to school dressed in costume today.
She and her friend will hand out treats at our door tonight.
The knight, the wizard and the fairy princess grew up and
are all away at work and college, so the mime must take over Halloween duties.
"I'm looking forward to seeing all the cute little kids," she says.
"I miss the knight, the wizard and the little fairy princess (who was
a fairy princess three years in a row)" I say.
But, I am very glad to have a mime around the house.