Nightmare Before Christmas Doors
Labor Day- My time has come!
Memorial Day- Congrats, but what are you about?
Labor Day- I . . . I don’t know any more.
Halloween- She’s the sign that summer is ending, school is starting, and some people can get off from work.
Labor Day- That can’t be it. Can it?
Halloween- At least you get the day off. I have actual traditions that can’t be done until kids get back from school and most people hide in their houses anyway.
Easter- That’s because you’re Satanic.
Halloween- I’m Christian, you candy-theme stealing jerk! At least I make sense. Death of a savior equals chocolate, bunnies, eggs, and ham? No wonder Jews can’t figure you out.
Passover- Leave us out of this. We have enough trouble explaining ourselves.
Yom Kippur- Sooooo hungry.
Labor Day- Can we get back to me? It’s my day! Forget the rest of you! My day!
Veteran’s Day- You were originally an idea stolen from Toronto’s labour festival and . . . I think you’re just a celebration of the strength of the working man. You’ve been turned into a retail holiday like many of us.
Black Friday- One of us! One of us!
Labor Day- Who invited him?
Thanksgiving- Sorry. He’s my vestigial twin, so he goes where I go. He gets more crazed and warped every year.
Ground starts shaking as something massive approaches. A towering figure of red, white, and black looms over the crowd of holidays.
Christmas- I’ll tell you what all of you are!
Independence Day- Not this shit again.
Christmas- All of you are my bitches! Even you , Easter and Passover.
Easter- I did notice a few chocolate Santas being sold this year.
Passover- Uh, we gave you Chanukah as a sacrifice and you’ve left the rest of us alone. Most people don’t even know about us, so I’m not your bitch. Right, guys?
Yom Kippur- Sooooo hungry.
Labor Day- Has everyone forgotten about me? Hello? This is my day! Why is nobody paying attention to me any more? What is the point of my existence?
Black Friday- One of us! One of us! One of us!
Labor Day- I hate all of you.
