A Letter to the Great Pumpkin…

Dear GreatPumpkin,
I believe you are real, I can feel your presence every year, I can sense when the portal for your arrival is open. It’s when the spider webs stretch across thresholds, when the breeze starts to bite, and the shadows grow long. Because of you, our worlds shroud with mystery and magic, we get to bundle up for the first time, and run a muck after dark. We get to break rules, stay up late, tell ghost stories and get foundered on sugar. All of us share the amusement and delight of Halloween Night. There is no goblin too young, no ghoul too old to relish in your enchantment. You bring with you innovation that has no bounds; you make witchcraft and wizardry real. It’s all just a bunch of Hocus Pocus, and for goodness’ sake, that is what we need! Your inspiration seduces us to become creative beasts, tempts us for thrill and devilry. Our memories become resurrected from decades gone, our favorite characters come out to play. When you arrive, our souls become haunted with the forgotten bliss of mischief, and indulgence; fright and laughter intertwine and bring us joy, just when we need it the most. You give us the gift of disguise.

Sometimes the real nightmare is having to be ourselves in a lonely world, but once a year we invite as many visitors that will come, and the dark night becomes a bright one.

As little ones take off into the night, the neighborhood keeps a vigilant eye on their missions for madness, and candy. Theatrics flood the streets, there are front porch performances, illusions, and despite all the treats, the tricks are ever present too. Oh, Great Pumpkin, please bring me a black flame candle so I can bring the wide eyes of my inner child back from the dead, I will howl at the moon, just for you. In anticipation of your visit I have hot glued feathers to my sleeves, drawn round, black eyes on white sheets, mourned Frankenstein’s mortal monster, carved life into the biggest pumpkin I could find, and filled the popcorn bowl with Clark Bars.

Dearest Pumpkin, please back come every year so that we can forever rejoice in imagination. May we all be entranced with artistry, and wit, with curiosity, and celebrate the faculty of transformation; the chance to become as powerful as Count Dracula, if not only but for one glorious night a year. Thank you, All Mighty and Great Pumpkin for granting all of our spirits a chance to shine, to pretend, and to believe.

PS. Please bring my friend Linus something special, so that he too can keep the faith, and unfurl his joy unto the non-believers.

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