Sneaking some last minute treats,
while no one is watching...
or so he thought.
"Mister, bedtime is fastly approaching
and the last thing you need is sweets."
With that, little feet scurry upstairs.
Spaceship footie pajamas on,
finally under the covers and ready to go,
craving a fantastic tale.
Reaching for a harmless story,
He whimpers, “No! Tell me a scary story.”
Spinning stories of monsters and ghosts
to entertain and surprise.
Make believe and the unknown
become accessible to his innocent thoughts.
With one final “BOO,”
the lights flicker off.
“Scary dreams”, I whisper,
gently shutting the door.
Guilt of forbidden treats haunts him to no end,
as pieces of candy chase him.
Snickers and his 3 Musketeers
chase him to the Milky Way.
With a fright, he wails!
Needless to say,
no one slept soundly that night.