Halloween reminds me of a little poem my Dad used to recite to my brothers, sisters, and me when we were kids. It wasn’t enough growing up in Napa and having to keep my eyes peeled for the “Grape Monster”, but I also had to watch out for Little Orphan Annie. Here’s an excerpt from the poem…read it aloud with a deep, scary voice and everyone around you will be hiding under the covers!

Little Orphan Annie’s come to my house to stay.
To wash the cups and saucers up and brush the crumbs away.
To shoo the chickens from the porch and dust the hearth and sweep,
and make the fire and bake the bread to earn her board and keep.
While all us other children, when the supper things is done,
we sit around the kitchen fire and has the mostest fun,
a listening to the witch tales that Annie tells about
and the goblins will get ya if ya don’t watch out!
by
James Whitcomb Riley

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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