In the Zagarino house, Halloween and Christmas are tied together. Halloween night means sitting down and writing your Christmas list so that it can be put in the pumpkin. See, at our home, the pumpkin sprouts wings once the lists are in and flies to the North Pole.
It was only in college that I found out this tradition was unique to our family, a story that my father created because my sister and I feared what would happen to our beloved pumpkin following Halloween. The thought of putting it in the trash was far too painful.
Since gift lists are in the process of being written in normal homes right now, and since I'll be sharing a children's media lover's wish list tomorrow on the blog, I thought I'd post the story written in poem form, which I gave to my Dad for Christmas two years ago.
What Happens to Your Pumpkin on Halloween Night?
What happens to your pumpkin on Halloween night?
His seeds have been gutted and his face a great fright.
He musters up wings and flies away
With hopes that Santa will collect him on his sleigh.
Your pumpkin cannot be empty like your candy bowl,
Otherwise on Christmas you’ll just end up with coal.
Each child of the house must write their own list
So Santa and his elves will get the gist.
Place the list in the pumpkin for safe keeping.
He will fly away fast, while you are sleeping.
To the North Pole overnight delivered it will be,
So Christmas morning you’ll find presents underneath your tree.