I'm patiently waiting for the doorbell to start ringing

I will admit Halloween is probably not my favorite holiday. I don't really enjoy the idea of dressing up in costume any more.

But growing up, Halloween always held a special place in my heart, but then again how many little kids wouldn't look forward to a holiday that revolves around dressing up in clothing your parents wouldn't usually let you out of the house in and getting tons of candy because of it?

Not that any of my costumes were ever embarrassing. My mother spent a lot of time on my Halloween costumes growing up, making each of them herself. I remember one year I was a witch, complete with a long, fake, plastic nose. That same year my younger sister dressed up as a black cat for Halloween. There was another year that my mother created a Minnie Mouse costume for me, which even featured a pair of three-fingered gloves. I can proudly say that was the year I won the costume contest sponsored by the Grandview Police Department.

Looking back, I remember my mother always accompanied my sister and I as we trick-or-treated around our neighborhood. I also remember that meant my dad was left at home to hand out candy to the never ending flow of trick-or-treaters who flooded our neighborhood every year. He was never very happy about having his quiet evening at home interrupted about 1,000 times by the doorbell.

Since finishing college, I have always wanted to live in a place where I could hand out candy on Halloween night. The first two years I was married my husband and I actually lived in a neighborhood where there were children, but instead of handing out candy at our house we were asked to house-sit for someone for the night. Although we were house-sitting we still got to open the door and hand out candy to all of the little trick-or-treaters. My husband and I had such a good time, that we would rush to see who could get to the door first to hand out the candy.

Last year, we found ourselves on our own for Halloween. The only problem was we lived in a place where we had no trick-or-treaters. The only people who rang our doorbell were a couple of younger relatives I had point blank told to stop by our house on Halloween. Somehow that isn't quite as fun as having someone spontaneously ring your doorbell.

This year it looks like we might be facing another year without any trick-or-treaters. Not to say that we are not being wishful thinkers. We have already purchased candy and are ready for whoever rings our doorbell. I have even been advertising our house as a place that is worth the extra mileage on the odometer on Halloween night.

Don't ask me why I want to answer the door and hand out candy this Sunday evening, but for some reason I don't think it would feel like Halloween without it.

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