Halloween called...

After you go trick-or-treating in the next town over because the street you live on only has a few houses (and none with the porch light on)…

After you stop at Burger King to eat a cheeseburger and french fries in your (hobo/vampire/biker chick) costume…

After you dump your candy on the kitchen table so Mom can check it for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups razor blades…

Now, (and here’s the best part!), turn off all the lights and sit arm-in-arm with your sister.

Shhhhh—it’s starting…

…the creak of Dad’s rocking chair against the hardwood floor…

…the crackle of the record playing in the dark:

My all time favorite. A classic. Enjoy!1

And Happy Halloween.

with love,