"It's big, it's broad
It's broad it's bright,
It fills the sky on All Hallow's Night.
The grandest sight ye've ever seen.
Tis the Party Tree on Hallowe'en!"
Aye, tis that time o year again. That strange and creepy place that even Mr Bilbo weren't too keen on entering, has reopened it's door. Now, fer those faint at heart and far too scared fer their own good - here's yer chance ter see inside.
Aye, ye heard right. Have no fear, Yer Nan's here ter look after ye all and keep them ghosts and spiders at bay.
Each year Ah've lead in those brave and no ser brave lad's and lassies, willing ter walk with me. The trick ter it is, ye dunna come as yerself! No, and that's the magic ye see?
The order o the day is fancy dress ter confuse and scare them that's lives inside. We'll trek from attic ter basement, finding chests hiden and lost hobbits. No fergetting the odd stop now and then fer a wee bite ter eat ter keeps our strengths up.
We'll end yon night round the fire in Bag End, as we do. I know, I know... her outside is just as scary, but I'll have a word or two with her afore hand - plus a wee something from me still to smooth the way.
We'll share some tales and poems ter scary ye, and hope that her outside stays there!