Halloween

 Here are the kids in their cute (ish) costumes.  Ashley the lion, Ryan the DJ, Izzy the vampire, and Tommy the pumpkin (thanks Jenn).  They enjoyed the ward trunk or treat.  We were lucky the weather turned out nice.  The next day was pretty bitter.

 Ashley was adorable in her lion costume.  Thanks to Cassie for letting us use it!

 Izzy and Ryan handing out candy after they gathered their loot.

 Ashley and Brigham Moses - the wild friends.

Ashley and Scott at the end of a long day.

Grandma Allen started a new tradition last year.  She wrote a poem, dressed as a witch and read it in a very cackley voice.  This is the poem from this year.  She is amazing just in case you're wondering.

Halloween 2011 

By Grandma Allen

PETER PAUL PRINGLE

Peter Paul Pringle

          Got set for the night

With his cape, nose and glasses

          He looked quite a sight.

His shoes were all pointy

          And his hair stiff as glue

Now Peter Paul Pringle

          Knew just what to do,

He got a huge bag

          And held it real tight

For all of his treats

          On this Halloween Night.

Whimpy, small bags

          Just wouldn’t do.

No! His bag was big

King size times two.

In his deepest, gruff voice

          He made his request:

“Give me treats or a trick,

          But I like treats the best”

So on Peter walked

          From sidewalk to door,

The goodies he dropped

          In his bag on the floor.

Clouds covered the moon

          On that crisp autumn night

When something happened

          To give Peter a fright.

With each step he took

          He heard a strange sound,

But no one was there

          When Pete turned around.

“Scrtichy, scratch, scratchy”,

          Was the noise that he heard.

“Scritchy, scratch, scratchy”.

          That sound was absurd!

So Peter Paul Pringle

          Picked up the pace.

Now his trick or treat treating

          Turned into a race.

But the faster he went

          The more that sounds came back,

“Scritchy, scratch, scratchy

          And chomp, slurpy smack”.

With his teeth all a chatter

          And his knuckles turned white

He was not certain he’d finish

          Treating this night.

“Sritchy, scratch, scritchy

          Chomp, slurpy, smack

Croak, clop, clop, croak”.

          Would something attack?

Now was the time

          For a serious choice.

Should he run or stay put

          If he heard a new voice?

But hey, just a second

          Something’s not quite right,

His bag should be heavy

          He’d been filling it all night.

But it was light as a feather

          As though filled with thin air.

Something strange and quite fishy

          Was going on there.

Using all of his courage

          He stopped in his tracks,

Looked down at the sidewalk,

          As he heard, “smack, smackety, smack”.

What he saw sure surprised him,

          On the bag was a hole

Where three hungry critters

          Ate his treats as they’d roll.

Taffy and wrappers

          And a toosie roll log

Were stuck on the faces

          Of a cat, dog and frog.

Peter Paul Pringle

          Laughed at the sight.

No over eating sweets for him

          On this Halloween Night.

Next year you can bet

          The bag for his treats

Won’t be so big

          That it drags in the streets!