Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to.
Tonight was one of the few occasions when the MOTH (Man of The House) and I were prepared for the children in the neighbourhood. In previous we’ve had to turn their expectant little faces away because we weren’t ready for their trick or treating.
I’ve been staunchly against halloween door-knocking in the past. The main reason being the safety of unaccompanied children roaming the neighbourhood and knocking on doors they’ve not been to before. I have been thinking about this in the lead up to Halloween and decided that if any little people did come knocking they would find a welcome and a treat.
I want them to know this is a welcoming home and it is a safe house. When our children were growing up our Church hosted an Angel Party on the night. It became an annual highlight of angels who attended. It was a night of dress up games, party food. The night was organised and supervised by the young adults of the youth group, overseen by adults. The children enjoyed the fun night out, parents knew their children were being entertained and in a safe environment.
But here we sit … the MOTH and I … our fridge still has the specially prepared little bundles of sweet treats. No little people came knocking. So are these sad tears because no little people came knocking or are they happy tears because we have now have a fridge full of sweet treats.