I love fairies. I’m not running in a gossamer gown barefoot through the woods searching for them or anything. No, I like to invent fairies. Tie Your Shoes Fairies, Book Fairies, Stay-in-Your-Own-Big-Boy-Bed-Fairies…
The Halloween Fairy was an easier sell than I would’ve guessed.
After a full evening of gorging through the trick-or-treat bags with cousins, swilling down gallons of homemade rootbeer and devouring dozens of homemade donuts, my kids were sick with sugar overload. When we finally staggered home, we were all on the verge of diabetic comas, ready to brush our teeth, take showers and call it a day.
“Remember, you can give the rest of your candy to the Halloween Fairy and she’ll bring you a present.” I reminded my sugar dusted lot.
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
Then came the moment that closed the deal. Kate threw up. All of it.
After that, they happily tossed their remaining sweets into grocery sacks and hung them on their doorknobs, confident that whatever the fairy brought, it just had to be better than feeling like this. They sacrificed full sized candy bars and prepackaged rice krispy treats. It was a good thing the fairy delivered.
Luckily, she was able to get in touch with Santa and pull out some presents from the big man’s sack. The boys got modest Lego sets and Kate got an art kit. They have been playing with their new toys ever since and there has been no talk of candy.
Andy, who is “in the know” asked me what I am going to do with all the treats. We are going to box them up today and send them to Operation Gratitude, an organization that puts together care packages for the troops overseas. To learn more you can click here, or send your copious leftovers before December 3rd directly to:
I’m so happy it’s November.