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A Treat, Not A Trick
By Heather St. Claire
A typical Halloween night in a typical American city.
A group of eight-year-olds from Fernwood primary school are going door to
door, trick-or-treating. It's a wonderful, crisp fall evening, and darkness
has just settled over the community. Pinedale is still small enough that
parents feel comfortable with sending their children out trick-or-treating on
their own, as long as they don't stray too far from home.
As the children walk up and down the street, they call to mind a Norman
Rockwell painting; wholesome, middle class children, all bedecked in scary
costumes, going to the doors of cozy clapboard homes, bedecked for the
evening with images of goblins, ghosts and ghouls.
Straggling on the edge of the group is Chris Winslow, a shy, small child,
probably the smallest boy in his class. He's fighting mixed feelings right
now. On the one hand, he's happy because he's been allowed to dress as a girl
again, and in public no less....but on the other, the teasing he's enduring,
while mild, is still more than he can easily deal with.
Chris had grown up with his mother; his parents had divorced shortly after
his birth and his father had moved across the country, and was only a distant
presence in his life. His mother had been bitterly disappointed in giving
birth to a boy, having longed for a girl. So she did the next best thing,
keeping Chris in dresses, leaving his blonde hair long, buying him dolls to
play with.
As Chris grew a little older, he found he loved to go shopping with his
mother; he looked forward to helping her in the kitchen as she prepared their
supper, and cleaned up afterward; and he especially loved those special times
in front of the vanity when she showed him how to sit like a lady and apply
lipstick.
They were happy, golden times; so he didn't understand why she cried so the
day he looked up at her while made up (with a lot of help from her), and said
brightly, "When I grow up, I want to be a pretty mommy, just like you,
mommy."
Young Chris was further puzzled when his mommy took him to the beauty shop
one day and had his beautiful hair cut short. And then she took him shopping
for ugly, heavy, scratch clothes, not at all like mommy's pretty things.
"You're a boy, Chris," she said through tears. "We can't pretend you're a
girl anymore. You have to go to school."
The next couple of years were difficult ones for Chris. Because he was bright
and well-behaved, he did well in class, and his teachers adored him. But he
had some difficulty fitting in with the other children. So his mother had
been pleased with she heard he had been asked to join a group of
trick-or-treaters.
"Can I go as a girl, mommy? Please? It's just pretend, I know," he pleaded.
Chris' mother looked heavenward; she feared reopening feelings in both of
them she thought they had been able to shut away. But seeing how much she
wanted it, she agreed.
She went shopping that weekend, and came home with a pair of black patent
leather shoes, white tights, and a beautiful green velvet dress with a lace
collar. She had borrowed a blonde wig from a friend. Chris was so excited,
she had a hard time keeping him still as she helped him dress. When it came
time to apply the makeup, she really had to grasp his shoulder tightly, as
she said, "Now settle down, baby! A girl doesn't want her makeup to look
sloppy, does she?"
As Chris' mother reached for her pocket camera to capture some pictures of
her daughter reborn for a night, she found she had trouble keeping the
viewfinder clear of tears.
"Have fun, honey," she said, squeezing Chris' hand as he left.
"Thanks, mommy, I will," Chris said.
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The group of trick or treaters had reached a cul-de-sac at the south end of
their subdivision. There were a couple of vacant houses; only the one in the
middle was occupied, and by an old widow woman that had been rumored for
years to be a witch.
To hear the neighborhood children tell it, old Mrs. Canfield had a humped
back, two warts on her nose, wild hair, and an evil sneer. She was said to be
able to make dogs, cats, children and other things that bothered her
disappear. Some said she ate them; others said she turned them into odd
objects.
"Wanna go to old lady Canfield's?" one of the lead children in the group
said. He was greeted by a chorus of nos, uh-uhs and no ways. From the edge of
the group, though, came a single "I'll go." It was Chris.
"Well!" one of the bullies of the group said. "It looks like the little girl
is kind of brave after all."
As Chris walked toward the house, things grew quiet, and the sound of her new
patent leather shoes clicking across the blacktop was all that was heard.
"Bet he chickens out!" someone in the group said. "Bet she eats him!" someone
else said.
Chris felt himself trembling just a bit as she walked up the steps to Mrs.
Canfield's door. But he had come this far, so he rang the bell.
The door swung open, and as Chris said "trick or treat." A sweet,
grandmotherly woman of about 73 said, "Hello dear...please come in for a
moment!"
Chris remembered that his mother had told him never to go into strangers'
homes....but something about this woman put him at ease. "Would you like some
milk and cookies?" she said. "Please sit down!'
Chris did as he was told.
"Tell me about yourself," Mrs. Canfield said. "You sure are a pretty girl."
Chris blushed a bit; the redness in his cheeks enhanced his feminine
appearance all the more. "I'm not a girl...I'm a boy....although I wish I was
a girl....." Before he knew it, the whole story of Chris' life had come
tumbling out.
"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Canfield said. "I know all about you, and your
mother....and I asked you in so I could help you."
As Chris drank the milk and ate the cookies, he couldn't help but wonder what
the nice old woman was talking about. He suddenly felt himself getting very
sleepy....
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Christine Winslow awoke with a start. She was sitting in a chair in Mrs.
Canfield's living room, wearing the Princess Amidalya costume she had
selected for Halloween this year.
"What happened, Mrs. Canfield?" she asked.
"You dozed off for a minute, dear," she said. "Here, let me get you a candy
bar," you'll want to get back to your friends. They probably think I've eaten
you! I know they think I'm a witch." The old woman laughed; and the young
girl laughed with her.
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As Christine walked in the front door, her mother was waiting to greet her.
"Did my little princess have a good Halloween?"
"The best, mommy," the girl said, hugging her mother tightly.
Christine's Mother said a silent prayer of thanks for having been blessed
with such a sweet, loving, beautiful daughter.
The End
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