Bright bows with glitter
And brilliant gold paper
Evergreen pine trees
A cold winter breeze.
Covered with tinsel
With garland strung 'round
'Baby's First Christmas'
More ornaments to please.
When the lights dim
When the scents fade
When all's packed away
I'll fondly remember the time that we had
Our own special Christmas day.
Dark was the sky
And bright was the moon
And bright were the children's eyes.
The wind in the trees
Made a whistling sound
The clouds moved across the skies.
Anticipation was in the air
Of every girl and boy
Making their way from house to house
For candy or a toy.
'Trick or Treat' you'd hear them say
And 'treat' you'd better proffer,
Or 'trick' would be the reward they'd give
For lack of a proper offer.
So next Hallows' eve
When the sky grows dark
And the children's eyes grow bright.
And the wind in the trees
Makes a whistling sound
And you bitterly shiver in fright-
Remember to stock your cupboards well
With candy or some toys,
Or you'll meet your fate
With a trick you'll take
From costumed girls and boys.
When the moon peeks out
From behind the clouds
And the wind chills me to the bone.
And I see ghosts and goblins
In the street
And I know I'm not alone.
When the doorbell rings
And the children sing
"Trick or Treat!" with their hands stretched out.
I envision their smiles sprawling out for miles
Only grins and nary a pout.
For I know it's true
What they say, they do,
And the risk is what's at stake.
For on All Hallows' Eve
If you make them leave,
It's a trick you'll have to take!