A wickedly lovely Halloween to you and you and you. . . . . .
I asked Sarah if she was a little witch today and she said, “You can be the witch. I will be your cat.”
Therefore, I’m snuggled on the couch with a Sarah-cat on one side and a real-cat on my lap. The real-cat is not Black. When I ordered him from my Witch-Supplies Catalogue, I was certain I had checked off “Midnight Black”, but when he arrived he was as gray as the most foggiest of dismal mornings, but otherwise the very best witch’s cat companion as could be, so we kept him of course.
The sun is slowly coming up in a cloudy sky, clouds as gray as my gray cat.
Spooky beings fly by the house, not on brooms, but in cars.
It’s scary out there.
But the most scariest of all??????
No school for my little offspring. “BOOoooooooo” they cry.
The weather was positively scary on Sunday night, the wind moaned and pushed, and as tree-pruning by wind power is most unpredictable, the roads are covered in debris— no school Monday or Today.
So I write with inky words, the tale of Aunt Amanda-Witch’s Halloween Party.
She isn’t scary ALL the time, just some of the time.
She planned and she planned, she visited a few stores and bought supplies 70 percent off! Good witches always spend their money wisely.
She set to work, happily making her party as nice as she could, and invited good little girls and boys to attend a most wonderful party. Good witches work hard and shower children with love.
A Black, Red Eyed Rat
ready to bite anyone who went upstairs.
Gorgeous light, draped in the blackest netting……….
The table was set with skeleton cups from the dollar store, pumpkins, black garland over a sparkly gold table runner, orange pumpkin paper plates. . . . . .
Cobwebs completed the look.
“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”
— Charles R. Swindol
“The soul is healed by being with children.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“I added touches of sparkles–they always pop at a party–and the kids love the little details, too.”
These spiders could be clipped on anything and were a favorite item from Michael’s. She found most of her decorations at Michael’s and Dollar General. She bought the spray paint (must be oil based so it sits on the water for the hydro-dipped pumpkins) and the piñata from Walmart.
Come to the party, four o’clock on Saturday, said the invitation sent by Magical Text Messaging.
The children had so much fun! They hit a piñata, and either carved or painted their pumpkins.
Aunt Amanda-Witch thought of everything, she had even researched Youtube for exciting ways to paint the pumpkins. Search HYDRO-DIPPED pumpkins and MELTED CRAYON pumpkins.
And then there was a boys against the girls Bobbing for Apples contest!
They ate donuts off strings!
There was also Halloween music playing (iTunes kid bop Halloween), a cheerful campfire, string of lights, and yummy s’mores for when it became dark outside.
And a very spooky menu:
At the end of the party, each guest received a special gift bag to take home, along with a caramel apple and their pumpkin.
Aunt Amanda-Witch and her husband Uncle Jason-Warlock really outdid themselves with this special party. The children absolutely LOVED it. When we had to leave, Sarah ran and frantically questioned Aunt Amanda-Witch if she was going to give any more parties sometime. I think Aunt Amanda Witch should consider a side-job in party planning, don’t you?
What we remember from childhood
we remember forever —
imprinted, eternally seen. ~Cynthia Ozick