This is the halloween story of the christmas grinch. We don't welcome kiddos tonight. We used to, in Minnesota, where the neighborhood was larger and closer. We'd even give out full size bars of A list candy. And I'd eat what was left. One year we had 70 kids. I think the word got out.
My job was (and would be) to hold the dog back. Terri would say nice things to the kids. I'd lurk and feel like a perv if I went to the door myself.
So here we just turn off the lights and try to stay below the windows. Terri gets some special things for the kid almost next door. And that's it.
Tonight I am going out as a restaurant patron. Wearing a white shirt. To the Italian Restaurant. If I make a mess I can always claim it's blood.