We wont do anything. DH works on Thursday, I probably just wont answer the door as I object to a gang of 5 scruffy teens with one crap mask between them putting their hands out for chocolate, which is all it was trick or treating last year.
One year though, DH and I were going to a party and were in full costume (DH as a bloody butcher, with knife through head, lots of fake blood etc, me as witch but not a crap "sexy" witch, a proper Wizard of Oz baddy with green body paint, rice crispy warts, long green nose etc) and opened the door to small trick or treaters. They cried. It wasnt good.
When I was little (ages 2-5) we lived in New England, USA. DPs recall bin liners of goodies, just from the road we lived on!