Thirteen years....that's how long it's been since I carved a pumpkin. There just wasn't the need for one, but this year I felt it was time. I was going to be home alone with Abbie and Molly, so during this afternoon I carved my pint size gourd, filled the bowl with candies and chocolates, lit two candles to be sure his face shone bright, sat him in the window beside the front door, and waited for my first victim.
In total 54 victims knocked on my door, and I was left with nothing. Not one scrap of chocolate, not one measley little lolli-pop, just an empty bowl and a dead pumpkin. Oh well, the costumes were great, the kids were well behaved, so it was a good night after all. And my pumpkin....'Didn't he do well?'