most notable homes and, yet, lots of folks shut the trick-or-treaters out. Those who didn’t answer their doors included Sen. John Kerry, columnist and scholar Harlan Ullman, television producer (and former aide to President Carter) Gerald Rafshoon, CBS News’ Bill Plante, Dr. William Hazeltine (formerly of Human Genome Science Inc.), Ben Bradlee and Sally Quinn, man-about-town Bill Dean, former White House Bush 41 aide C. Borden Gray and author Kitty Kelley.

Gee, is there a Halloween term for “Scrooge”?

But not all of Georgetown’s VIP set played the role of party pooper on Halloween. Our spies gave the best prize to the home of billionaire Stephen Rales. “They insisted I come inside and help myself to a giant basket of chocolate bars and kept urging me to take more,” said one.

At the home of George Stephanopoulos and Ali Wentworth, one trick or treater noted that the house was very well-decorated. “A very nice Filipino lady handed out mini-Fruit Roll-ups and Take 5s.” Another source spotted George himself handing out goods at a different point in the night.

National Journal Publisher John Fox Sullivan’s home simply had a box full of Almond Joy fun-size bars and 3 Musketeers on the front steps … and only the Almond Joys remained by the time we got there.

The home of developer Anthony Lanier featured “a very unhappy looking lady” handing out 3 Musketeers, Twix bars, Snickers, Reese’s peanut butter cups and Milky Ways. She even allowed trick-or-treaters to — gasp! — reach into the candy basket themselves.

At the home of journalism power couple Bob Woodward and Elsa Walsh, two old men sat on the front steps in front of a glass bowl of lollipops and chocolate treats and mechanically reminded small children to “just take two. JUST TWO.”

DC Council member Jack Evans’ home had two kids on the steps, apologizing for what little they had left: two bowls of unwrapped candy corn, which the oh-so-clean hands of children liberally dove into. “Gross disregard for sanitation,” one said.

Finally, how could we leave out the scene at the home of Democratic bigwigs Smith and Elizabeth Bagley? Twenty-year-old girls — sipping what our spy identified (with both eyes and nose) as alcoholic drinks — manned the door. They possessed both a laptop blaring whatever song was in rotation on iTunes and a healthy dose of judgment for whatever Halloween costumes came their way.

Lucky, then, that we never heard what they thought of our Jazzercise outfit.