Layers of delight /
costumed deeply in longing. /
Bright, your fetching smile.
Holiday madness is upon us.
Somebody must have thought this was a good idea. I don’t think so. Candy corn is now Jesus Harvest Seeds, at least if you buy them in this package. “Scripture on every individual packet!” I wonder if one of them is “Jesus wept.”
Maybe the second shortest verse in the modern Bible should be “Jesus has sold.” Or, “Jesus has been sold.”
As a side note, a fellow in an adjoining historic neighborhood complained that as the weather turned colder and rain and wind picked up, he had parents come to collect for their kids who stayed in the cars. I saw one or two examples of that, but mostly I saw kids and adults with umbrellas making the best of it.
Regardless, as you can see, that is quite a few tricksters who came to Old North Knoxville. I dressed as Santa Claus and handed out candy, while my wife and daughter went trick-or-treating with some friends. I surprised a few young tricksters when I would open the sidelight window next to our front door and stick my head out. Some were rendered speechless. A few asked if I was real, to which I replied, “I’m as real as you.” Two or three wanted to touch my white-gloved hand or my beard. A few older, more “seasoned” kids started into their Christmas wish list, including one young lady who wanted both an iPad and an iPhone among the items on her list. I just don’t know if she has been good enough to receive both or even one. She looked a little naughty to me. Then, again, I guess Halloween was the night for a little naughtiness.