Season's Greetings

Paul is out on the front porch, preparing for the annual influx of small visitors. The pumpkins are carved, I successfully repaired a large fake candle that flickers and makes weird noises, and Kitty's lent us hers, so it's sounding eldrich out there. The cauldron is filled with treats and waiting just inside the door. Paul even got out my Dia de los Muertos decorations and hung them.

While we wait for dark, in honor of today's festive holiday, an appropriate poem. It's also the one my parents gave me when I was ordered to memorize and recite one, back in elementary school. I can still recite it, and have, back when the Daughters were young enough to appreciate such things. So, without further ado, ( enter at your peril )