The nightmare before the Christmas

 

It was late one fall in Halloween

The air had quite a chill,

And against the moon a skeleton

Sat alone upon the hill

He was tall and thin whit a bat

Bow tie

Jack Skellington was his name

 

Explaining how tired he is of the

 

“I’m bored whit leering my horrible

glances

And my feet hurt from doing skeleton

Dances”

 

Then out from a grave whit a

Curl and twist

Whimpered and whined a spectral wist.

It was a little ghost dog,

Whit a faint little bark

Whit a jack-o lantern nose that glowed in

The dark

 

But zero cannot cheer up Jack, who sadly

On and on thought the dark forest

For a night and a day. Then he discovers

Something that makes him stop

Some unusual doors etched in trees.

Whit a bit of trepidation, he opens one

Door and

Immediately falls into Christmas Town

 

A mad excitement swept over his face,

As he jumped and darted

From place to place

And just when he thought he’d seen

All he could see,

Behind him lit the most dazzling tree

Immersed in the light

Jack was not longer haunted,

For he had finally found

The feeling he wanted

 

Back in Halloween gathered

A jack’s peers,

And they stared in amazement at his

Christmas souvenirs

For this wondrous vision

None were prepared

Most were exited (thought a few were quite scared)

 

In Christmas Town,

Santa was working in toys

When at his workshop door,

He heard a soft noise

He answered the door, and

Whit startled surprise,

He saw weird little creatures that

Were strangely disguised

 

The tiny trick or treaters open up a huge

Sack, and before Santa knows what

Is happening to him, they shove him

Inside. Santa is brought to Halloween,

Where Jack explains that he is going to

Take over the role of Santa this year. By

Christmas  eve Jack and his friends

are ready whit their version of Christmas,

but a thick fog comes in a threatens to

disrupt their plans.

 

Then Jack notices Zero whit this “nose so

Bright” , and Zero takes the lead, guiding

Jack’s sleigh as it soars up into the sky.

 

Was the nightmare before the Christmas

And al trough the house,

Not a creature was peaceful,

Not even a mouse

The stockings all hung

By the chimney whit care,

When opened that morning

Would cause quite scare!

The children who were nestled

All snug in their beds,

Would have nightmares of monsters

And skeleton heads

 

From house to house

Whit a true sense of joy

Jack happily issued each present and

Toy:

A ma-eating  plant disguised as a

Wreath,

And a vampire teddy bear

Whit very sharp teeth

 

And away they all flew

Like the storm of a thistle

Unit they were hit by a well

Guide missile.

 

After Jack falls to the ground, he is

Grief-stricken, crying out:

 

“I though I could be Santa,

I had such belief”.

 

This poem ends, though, on happier

Note. As Zero tries to turn himself into

A handkerchief to dry Jack’s tears, the

Two hear Santa’s voice. Although Santa

Indicates that what Jack did was wrong,

He realizes that Jack’s intentions were

Good and, “whit a wink of his eye”, he

Hurries off the deliver Christmas in the

Traditional way.

 

Xpecial thanks to

                 Danny Elfman—creator of songs

                                     N

Tim Burton—creator of the nightmare before the Christmas “el extraño mundo de jack / pesadilla antes de la navidad”

 

 

Erc: this is the poem of the beginning, enjoy it.  

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