Tis the season, once again, and time for ghouls and goblins and all manner of terrifying beasties . . .
They clamber out onto the streets to participate in that hallowed tradition of begging friends and strangers alike for something sweet to eat . . .
It is my favorite time of year. The crunchy leaves and the cooling air, leaving us no choice but to start wearing sweaters again. It is the start of something precious . . . the holiday season and the deep cold of winter. I plan to snuggle my little people close this winter, enjoy our old traditions and maybe introduce a few new ones.