Linus: [writing] Dear Great Pumpkin, I am looking forward to your arrival on Halloween night. I hope you will bring me lots of presents.
Linus: Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown is my favorite Halloween book of all times. Having kids meant we got all sorts of Halloween books – Pumpkin books, ghost books, witches book, monster books. All cute and funny, but not the Great Pumpkin. If you have never read the book or seen the TV show, you needs to attend to that loss right now.
You wouldn’t want to miss the Great Pumpkin now, would you?
Linus is my favorite Charlie Brown character. Most times, he is a wise man in a child’s body. Other times, as with the Great Pumpkin, he is a little boy clinging to his belief even in the face of his friends laughter and teasing. That, after all, is what faith is, right? The inner knowledge which allows one to believe in something magical or religious even in the face of laughter and/or guns. Or both.
I know the Great Pumpkin isn’t real. We all know that. I think even Linus knows that truth but he still keeps the faith each year, sitting in the Pumpkin Patch waiting – believing – this time the Great Pumpkin will come.
I like the thought that somewhere a little boy is waiting in a dark pumpkin patch every Halloween, waiting for this miracle to rise up before him and reward his faith. How many of us could do that year after year when the miracle never arrives?
If, by chance, in your holiday travels, you come across a small boy with a blanket sitting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween, say hello for me. Tell him, if he keeps the faith, – if we all keep the faith – something magical just might happen.
And who’s to say there isn’t a Great Pumpkin after all?
“We are the phantoms of our own ghosts.”
The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
It was a strange sight. If he hadn’t seen for himself, he’d never of believed. Last Halloween, he’d teased her relentlessly when she told him the story. This year… boyo… he might have to do some fast talking and quick avoiding to survive. The one thing Anna believed in was attack before they attacked you. And she had taken his teasing as attack last year, making for a tense Halloween. Come to think of it, a whole tense year.
“Saw your Frankenstein,” he said casually one day.
“What?” with narrowed eyes.
Danger Will Robinson! Dive! Dive! Dive!
“You remember the Frankenstein with the pumpkin last year. The one you saw but I didn’t.”
She looked at him as if he was mad.
“You know, the one you got so pissed cause I didn’t see.”
“Really?” Slight arch to an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he agreed, smile slowly fading as she continued to look at him. “Yeah?”
“Sorry to hear.” She rose, eyes starting to turn red. “You shouldn’t have. Now you know too much.”
Danger, danger, danger….Wil……
“But just because I’ll forget it some tomorrow doesn’t mean that I didn’t live every second of it today. I will forget today, but that doesn’t mean that today didn’t matter.”
“No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.”