Orignal Nightmare Before Christmas Poem and Drawing


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 with a bat bow tie,
Jack Skellington eas his name.

"I am bored with leering my horrible glances
And my feet hurt from doing skeleton dances."
Then out from a grave with a curl and a twist,
Whimpered and whined a spectral wist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
With a jack-o'-lantern nose thst glowed in the dark.

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 no longer haunted,
For he had finally found the feeling he wanted.

Back in Halloweentown gathered a group of Jack's peers
And they stared in amaazement at his Christmas souvenirs.
For this wonderous vision none was prepared,
most were excited (though a few were quite scared).

In Christmas Town, Santa was working on toys,
When at his workshop door he heard a small noise.
He answered the door, and with startled surprise,
He saw weird little creatures that were strangely disguised.

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause such a scare!
The children who were nestled all snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.

From house to house , with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
A man-eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle.
Until they were hit by a well-guided missile.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief."