The excitement made it hard to get them out the door this morning-

my ninja, vampire, and Spider-Man.

So excited for the trick or treating,

they vibrated their way through breakfast,

then through the day.

When I returned home at the stroke of 5,

they were ready to go,

daddy dressed as an axe murderer.

I brought in the candy which had been riding around in my trunk all week-

Daddy may not be an axe murderer,

but he can destroy a box of mini chocolate bars

in under an hour.

I waved them away as I set up for the influx,

then sat down to relax while I waited.

In dribs and drabs the kids arrived,

super hero’s, firemen, and princesses,

along with a few I didn’t recognize.

My little fiends returned within the hour,

elated at their loot.

They spread it all over the table and I watched,

horrified,

as they gave their dad competition

in the who-can-eat-the-fastest department.

They spun wildly,

sugar-fueled and delirious

until I forced them to bed.

Another holiday passed,

my little ones not so little this year.

I think next year we’ll let them go out a bit later,

But maybe I’ll gate-keep the chocolate

a little more quickly…