Opinion: An ode to Halloween

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Oh, Halloween, how I love thee.

A night of enchantment and bountiful can-dy.

A time to prepare for that perfect costume,

A pointy hat, black cape, and a witch’s broom?

Or maybe a ghost with a simple white sheet,

Make sure to hem it or you’ll trip up your feet!

No matter the act or role that they choose,

Remember that parents too need treats and/or booze.

A spiced wine or cold beer, it’s really no matter,

All Hallows Eve means a night to get fatter!

At Chez Wilson, you see, chili and cornbread do reign,

As I sport a fall apron and a dazzling new mane.

‘Cause every Halloween I wear a cool wig,

Usually a strawberry-blonde afro that goes over big.

We decorate to the hilt, mainly just outside,

With a graveyard and strobe lights, and goblins who’ve died.

My favorite is our scene with the rusty lawnmower,

Underneath which lies a body who moved much slower

Than the machine which fatally pinned him beneath

And left him in pieces — his arms, legs, and teeth.

We add a little more décor each October that comes,

Like a beady-eyed raven amongst some fake plastic mums.

Last year was the fog machine, though it actually kind of sucked.

It overheated and shut down; I think we got  . . . screwed.

Anyhoo, we adore this most fantastic of eves.

Whether in the heat we sweat or cold temps we freeze.

As long as there’s no rain to ruin the night

We’ll traipse through the hood with utter delight.

For on this night of all nights, with magic in the air,

We celebrate family and tradition and my fake afro hair.

Most importantly we relish our children’s wide eyes,

Filled with wonder and excitement and hopes still alive

of landing the mother lode of sugar and sweets

And setting up shop later to trade jellied feet.

Then it’s off to bed where sleep comes late,

As they replay the events of such a wonderful date.

Happy Halloween to you all, and let me leave no doubt,

It’s my most favorite day of the year!  Peace out.


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Opinion: An ode to Halloween

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Oh, Halloween, how I love thee.

A night of enchantment and bountiful can-dy.

A time to prepare for that perfect costume,

A pointy hat, black cape, and a witch’s broom?

Or maybe a ghost with a simple white sheet,

Make sure to hem it or you’ll trip up your feet!

No matter the act or role that they choose,

Remember that parents too need treats and/or booze.

A spiced wine or cold beer, it’s really no matter,

All Hallows Eve means a night to get fatter!

At Chez Wilson, you see, chili and cornbread do reign,

As I sport a fall apron and a dazzling new mane.

‘Cause every Halloween I wear a cool wig,

Usually a strawberry-blonde afro that goes over big.

We decorate to the hilt, mainly just outside,

With a graveyard and strobe lights, and goblins who’ve died.

My favorite is our scene with the rusty lawnmower,

Underneath which lies a body who moved much slower

Than the machine which fatally pinned him beneath

And left him in pieces — his arms, legs, and teeth.

We add a little more décor each October that comes,

Like a beady-eyed raven amongst some fake plastic mums.

Last year was the fog machine, though it actually kind of sucked.

It overheated and shut down; I think we got  . . . screwed.

Anyhoo, we adore this most fantastic of eves.

Whether in the heat we sweat or cold temps we freeze.

As long as there’s no rain to ruin the night

We’ll traipse through the hood with utter delight.

For on this night of all nights, with magic in the air,

We celebrate family and tradition and my fake afro hair.

Most importantly we relish our children’s wide eyes,

Filled with wonder and excitement and hopes still alive

of landing the mother lode of sugar and sweets

And setting up shop later to trade jellied feet.

Then it’s off to bed where sleep comes late,

As they replay the events of such a wonderful date.

Happy Halloween to you all, and let me leave no doubt,

It’s my most favorite day of the year!  Peace out.


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Opinion: An ode to Halloween

0

Oh, Halloween, how I love thee.

A night of enchantment and bountiful can-dy.

A time to prepare for that perfect costume,

A pointy hat, black cape, and a witch’s broom?

Or maybe a ghost with a simple white sheet,

Make sure to hem it or you’ll trip up your feet!

No matter the act or role that they choose,

Remember that parents too need treats and/or booze.

A spiced wine or cold beer, it’s really no matter,

All Hallows Eve means a night to get fatter!

At Chez Wilson, you see, chili and cornbread do reign,

As I sport a fall apron and a dazzling new mane.

‘Cause every Halloween I wear a cool wig,

Usually a strawberry-blonde afro that goes over big.

We decorate to the hilt, mainly just outside,

With a graveyard and strobe lights, and goblins who’ve died.

My favorite is our scene with the rusty lawnmower,

Underneath which lies a body who moved much slower

Than the machine which fatally pinned him beneath

And left him in pieces — his arms, legs, and teeth.

We add a little more décor each October that comes,

Like a beady-eyed raven amongst some fake plastic mums.

Last year was the fog machine, though it actually kind of sucked.

It overheated and shut down; I think we got  . . . screwed.

Anyhoo, we adore this most fantastic of eves.

Whether in the heat we sweat or cold temps we freeze.

As long as there’s no rain to ruin the night

We’ll traipse through the hood with utter delight.

For on this night of all nights, with magic in the air,

We celebrate family and tradition and my fake afro hair.

Most importantly we relish our children’s wide eyes,

Filled with wonder and excitement and hopes still alive

of landing the mother lode of sugar and sweets

And setting up shop later to trade jellied feet.

Then it’s off to bed where sleep comes late,

As they replay the events of such a wonderful date.

Happy Halloween to you all, and let me leave no doubt,

It’s my most favorite day of the year!  Peace out.


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Opinion: An ode to Halloween

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Oh, Halloween, how I love thee.

A night of enchantment and bountiful can-dy.

A time to prepare for that perfect costume,

A pointy hat, black cape, and a witch’s broom?

Or maybe a ghost with a simple white sheet,

Make sure to hem it or you’ll trip up your feet!

No matter the act or role that they choose,

Remember that parents too need treats and/or booze.

A spiced wine or cold beer, it’s really no matter,

All Hallows Eve means a night to get fatter!

At Chez Wilson, you see, chili and cornbread do reign,

As I sport a fall apron and a dazzling new mane.

‘Cause every Halloween I wear a cool wig,

Usually a strawberry-blonde afro that goes over big.

We decorate to the hilt, mainly just outside,

With a graveyard and strobe lights, and goblins who’ve died.

My favorite is our scene with the rusty lawnmower,

Underneath which lies a body who moved much slower

Than the machine which fatally pinned him beneath

And left him in pieces — his arms, legs, and teeth.

We add a little more décor each October that comes,

Like a beady-eyed raven amongst some fake plastic mums.

Last year was the fog machine, though it actually kind of sucked.

It overheated and shut down; I think we got  . . . screwed.

Anyhoo, we adore this most fantastic of eves.

Whether in the heat we sweat or cold temps we freeze.

As long as there’s no rain to ruin the night

We’ll traipse through the hood with utter delight.

For on this night of all nights, with magic in the air,

We celebrate family and tradition and my fake afro hair.

Most importantly we relish our children’s wide eyes,

Filled with wonder and excitement and hopes still alive

of landing the mother lode of sugar and sweets

And setting up shop later to trade jellied feet.

Then it’s off to bed where sleep comes late,

As they replay the events of such a wonderful date.

Happy Halloween to you all, and let me leave no doubt,

It’s my most favorite day of the year!  Peace out.


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