A couple of weeks before Christmas, my eldest son (Kille's Brother Alpha) who was about to graduate from college with his Bachelor's of Fine Arts (read between the lines, beware of what is to follow) asked me if I minded receiving a Halloween themed Christmas present. What mother in her right mind would say anything other than "Of course not." I didn't think much more about it. Then Christmas morning arrived, and a large bottle box was set in front of me with glowing faces of the scheming offspring behind it.
Inside the box were bottles of all shapes, heights, diameters and purposes. To each, there were antiqued hand lettered labels with such names as "Frog Flakes", "Brain Mold", "Dried troll boogers", "Zombie powder", "Granny's Gillyweed", "Mucus tubes" made creatively from latex gloves and superglue, "Alaskan bull worms" from fishing lures, "Dragon blood", my personal favorite "Essence of Llama", "Frosted Fairie Wings", "Hobgoblin toenails", "Boomslang Skin", "Liquid Evil" and "Bat saliva".
I have no idea how to display these at this point (I have asked for an antique appearing apothecary shelf to be made), but I do believe it has got to be the absolutely best Christmas present I've ever received.
(And no, I am not a practicing witch or anything, nor are my children.)