Halloween is one of those times of year that I really remember what it feels like to have child-like excitement. I think of the old songs we sang, the thrill of simple decorations, apple cider, pumpkins, and running around the neighborhood with the autumn chill blowing the leaves around.
I'm not into the gory haunted houses and the slasher movies. And I'm not into decorating to the same extent that I do at Christmas. I love putting up the kids' old decorations that they made in school and orange and black paper chains.
Old Mrs. Witch, tell me how you fly.
I fly on my broomstick up in the sky.
Old Mrs. Witch, tell me what you see.
I see a Jack-O-Lantern looking at me.
Old Mrs. Witch, tell me what you'll do.
I'll ride on my broomstick, and I'll scare
you!
Boo!