…when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Minnie Mouse.
Boys’ treat bags were hung by the front door with hope,
That they’d get to shovel candy without so much as a “Nope”.
The baby was nestled all snug in her crib,
With visions of strawberries messing her bib.
And Pa in his jammies, and I with nightcap,
Had just settled in, computer on lap.
When in the nursery, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away down the hall I flew like a flash,
Squeaked open the door, checked the lovey stash.
One, two, three, four, they were all right there.
But she cried and moaned, seems her ear needed care.
Then what to my drooping eyes should appear,
But a sick little baby who wanted me here.
I gave her a cuddle, a kiss, and a prayer,
Then I went back down the hall (my computer was there).
Now email, now blog post, now Facebook and Twitter,
On homework, on lunches, on costume (please fit her!).
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Let these cotton webs hold in the wind and not fall!
Tomorrow’s a big day, everyone knows.
Kids’ll dress up in costumes (maybe even pose?).
I’ll spring to my camera, give the gang a whistle,
And away the big ones will run, as fast as a missile.
But I’ll hear them exclaim, as they disappear out of sight,
“Happy Halloween to all, may it give you a fright!”