I have a confession to make. it was my fault. Before we got married, Halloween was a an evening of turning out all the lights and ignoring the doorbell. When I got married, the wife reintroduced the custom of giving candy to masked kiddies. I wasn't hot for the idea but she did most of the work and I went along with it.
Yesterday we both came home from work tired. We went to Pirates Grub n Grog for dinner and, as we waited for our food (Nachos for her, Tri-Tip Sandwich for me), I asked, "Why don't we just close the blinds, turn off the lights, and ignore the door? I'll take the candy to work to get it out of the house." (I wonder when I became such a crotchety old man?) I expected her answer to be no but to my surprise she said yes. She was tired and had school work to do, and to top it off, our neighbors, who has a cute little boy, moved out of state recently and we no longer could give him candy.
After dinner we got home, turned off the front door light, closed the blinds, and ignored the doorbell. The bell rang about five times that night. That was actually more than the three times it rang last year. I did feel a twinge of guilt but then, it was my suggestion. I think I'm more guilty of corrupting the wife and bringing her over to the darkside with me.