Hazel Smart was mad as a hatter or disgruntled white witch. Her favorite holiday was now banned - Halloween - by a new pious president and congress who believed it had satanic overtones. "Poop!", Hazel muttered to herself, surrounded by grinning skulls with candles inside, paper lanterns with black cats and witches, all of which were made in the nineteen thirties. Every knick-knack had a history: candy jar filled with candy acorns, old party invitations with haunted house illustrations, a music box that played a haunting melody, paper skeletons that glowed in the dark, antique copies of Poe's 'The Raven', Shelly's 'Frankenstein', and Ray Bradbury's 'Something Wicked This Way Comes'. Hazel still owned her first Halloween costume sewed by her Momma, a fairy princess with fragile wings. She recalled the Autumn leaves crunching under her feet as she ran door to door like a sprite. It wasn't just the free candy but the sights and sounds of Halloween that made it so very special. Now, it was banned. Hazel gazed around the candlelit room at her Halloween treasures and sighed, then got angry, "Have to vote the dumb dumb out!"
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