Pin It Like ninjas of stealth we moved silently through the darkened neighborhood, carrying with us an arsenal of weaponry. I glanced at my phone to catch the time—it was nearly 1:00—there was little chance of being caught or noticed at this early (or late) of an hour.
As we neared ‘the mark,’ we slowed and examined the house; the shutters were down, and the blank windows were devoid of light. Always a good sign when one was about to do what we were going to.
As I set the bag of varied paraphernalia on the concrete driveway, I blew warm air into my hands, to ward off the stinging bite of cold which was starting to settle in. My comrade and I both smiled at each other and set to work.
“This is my absolute favorite thing in the world,” Jaqui said as she and I moved about noiselessly. “The crinkling of the plastic is such a beautiful sound…”
We continued until we were finished with the first layer, then beginning on the top, sealing in the goodness. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as we continued to work, like artists, bringing a masterpiece to life.
“Okay, now the lights,” I whispered, digging them out of the Smith’s grocery sack. We fought with them for a few minutes, draping them over the sealed, silver surface. The candy was placed strategically about the vehicle along with a 12 pack of Vanilla Coke.
We plugged in the lights and stood back to admire our labors, glowing there in the driveway like a silver tree of tinsel.
We snickered amongst ourselves as we gathered up our materials and melted down the street, like phantoms in the darkness.
Oh, the joys of having a birthday at this time of year…