![]() ![]() He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire. He had finally found the feeling he wanted.Īnd so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar, Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted. In the middle of a place called Christmas Town! Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry. ![]() Were three massive doorways carved in wood.Įntranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry, Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood Then deep in the forest, just before night, It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,īut Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad. ![]() It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,Īnd a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark. Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,Ĭame a whimpering, whining, spectral mist. There must be more to life than just yelling, 'Boo!'" I don't like graveyards, and I need something new. I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,Īnd my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances. I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night. " I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright. He was tired and bored in Halloweenland. ![]() The poem was later made into a children's storybook, with illustrations. This is the poem Tim Burton wrote in his days as a Disney animator that was the basis of The Nightmare Before Christmas. ![]()
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