Silly Short: October Lobbies for Halloween

Once upon a time, a long time ago, October called a meeting of the months of the year. When they had finally gathered, October had a difficult time getting everyone’s attention away from the flirty months May and June. Then July walked in and she’s so hot, someone had to open a window.

“Excuse me,” October said again. His sinister voice sent chills through the months closest to him, but he was too quiet to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright people! October is speaking!” December had their full attention, and before anyone knew it, he was gone again.

“Thank you. As you know, I have called you all here. The matter being: I need a holiday. November has Thanksgiving, December has multiple holidays. January has the New Year. February has Valentine’s Day, March has St. Patrick’s Day, April not only claims April Fool’s Day, but also shares Easter some years. Kids love May because school gets out, June is in the throes of summer. Every day is a holiday in June—“

“That’s for sure,” August cooed June’s way.

“Never mind that!” October huffed. “July--“ October stuttered as his eyes met the vixen of a month. 

“July can speak for herself.”

“Indeed darling, I can. I’m very much in line with my sister June, in that every day is a holiday. Although several Independence holidays fall in my part of the year also.”

“August—“ October began, but when he was not able to think of a holiday in August, October was glad that August wasn’t paying attention anyway.

“Well, then there’s September,” October began.
September pushed his glasses up his nose. “I should like to see what holiday you attribute to me.”

“But September dear we have something in common,” June giggled across the room. “I start summer and you start fall! Everyone loves fall!”

October grumbled. “Exactly my point! By the time October rolls around, the magic of fall is fading and then suddenly we’re on to November. I want to propose a new holiday.”
January rolled her eyes. March had fallen asleep. The other months stared at October.

“I propose Halloween. It will be one night of the year, on the last day of the month.”

“And what would people be celebrating, exactly?” November asked.

“Candy. Or scary things. You know, vampires and such,” October replied.

“How would you celebrate that, exactly?” September asked.

“Well, children would dress up in costume. That’s where the scary part comes in. And then they could door to door asking for candy. That’s where the candy comes in,” October rolled out a graph to show the expected approval rating.

“Did someone say candy?” March woke up.

February rubbed his sole patch that padded chin. “Candy and costume seem like a wonderful match!”
November ran her willowy fingers through her golden hair. “I’m willing to try it, but it will never hold up.”


“We shall see,” October said. “We shall see.”

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