Trick-or-treat

There's only one hour left before we light our Jack-o-lanterns,  pour our cheap sale candy into a bowl, and perch ourselves at the front door of our porch.  Normally, I wouldn't publish buying something to give away that I don't even want to eat myself; that doesn't put me in a very good light.  My husband and I have a reason for not buying the best, or even middle-grade Halloween treats.  You see, the history of past years indicates that we will receive from 300 to 600 trick-or-treaters tonight.  It's not that we live in a large city, but we have been told, by our neighbors, how busloads of families from other towns come here and disembark at the church on the corner.  Well, you guessed it; that corner leads straight down our road.  I'm not sure how many of our neighbors will answer their doors, or how many will "not be home" as they crouch low and out of sight pretending to be gone, but we love handing out treats.  I hope we will still feel that way by the end of the night.  I hope no one is disappointed in what we have to give.  Let's hope that the thrill of the hunt, along with getting to dress up and stay out late, will satisfy the needs of all who come our way.  I'll hope the same (no tricks) for you and your neighborhood, too.

Who doesn't count their candy when they get home?  This is called, "Count the Glass".  (Please no glass with the candy, though!)