QAL) to sing at the best haunted house in town, and got to be all witchy.
Now I'm on the other side of the door when it comes to trick-or-treating. But I still dress up. My folks dressed up to hand out candy too. Dad is almost always a pirate, mostly because it means he can stop shaving for a few days, wear a comfy stripped shirt and toss his parrot, Merlin, on his shoulder. That made our house pretty popular once the kids realized it was a real parrot on his shoulder, not a stuffed one. We got kids dragging their friends by just to see the pirate with a real bird. Dad loves that. So do we.
Our house isn't that cool. No live parrot. Heck, I didn't even manage to get my spooky garland put up this year, or my light-up twigs for the front walk. Nope, just a lonely purple pumpkin sitting on the porch. Of course, on Friday, my dad gave me another awesome purple pumpkin. This one is covered in purple glitter, and has a jack-o-lantern face and is really like a witch's cauldron thing with a handle and you can put a candle in it. I plan on using it for much longer than the actual holiday dictates, because it is purple and glittery.
OH! and the story of the hats! So, have I told you the protocol for getting or giving random gifts? If I have, I'm going to do it again, just in case. The exchange goes like this:
Giver: Have you been good?
(you say yes)
Giver: Do you deserve a prize?
(again, SAY YES!)