The Witching Hour

Shadow, shadow on the wall. Merry monsters in the hall; Ghostly goblins gently peek At little children faking sleep. The night is strange as low it roams Around the snugly lighted homes. The young ones feel its magic power; The clock has struck the children’s hour! Grabbing costumes from the pegs Then down the stairs on little legs. To children’s promised midnight feast, As grownups fall for Trick or Treat. Grinning faces laughing merry; Crouching shadows dark and scary. Late this night there are no dreams For this night’s name is HALLOWEEN!