It's ten minutes until nine, and the steady stream of the witches, princesses, pirates, power rangers, ninjas, zombies, angels and ghouls, finally peters out. At 9 PM I turn off the porch light and bring in the plastic jack-o-lantern that is illuminated with a bulb. I can also let the dog back in from the backyard, where he was banished for his hyper intensive, noisy joy at seeing so many kids.
I very much enjoy the children who come to my door on Halloween. Now, goodnight for another year.