The little children walk with new identities tonight. They walk sucking on the sweets of the world. Then they go to bed, dream the bad away, and awake to a hallowed tomorrow. We would not have it any other way.
The trees are shedding their identities too and go to bed for a longer rest to wake in Springtime to don fresh garments.
Life can be so simple. Or so hard. It depends on the costumes you choose. It depends on the good sleep and the better awakening.