Ten minutes after getting the phantom pumpkin, we were 'ghosted'. When I opened the door, Rommel went running down the sidewalk, determined to find out who'd been ringing our doorbell.
Here's the poem:
Late this night, we left you a treat.
The tradition is fun, one we hope you'll repeat.
Take the ghost and pin it on your door,
To let others know, you need ghosted no more.
Now it's your duty to pass on the surprise,
To two more families, we must advise.
Gather some treats and deliver them soon,
Within two nights, under the light of the moon.
Include a ghost with each package you give,
Along with this poem for the tradition to live.